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May 2014
When the wind blows,
I cry,
not because I'm sad ,
but because in glad,

When the sun shines,
I smile,
Not in a way that's sappy,
but in a way that's happy,

When I see my brother,
I feel love,
not because I love him,
but because I enjoy him.
Corndog08
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