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May 2014
God You made the Wind.
You made it perfect,
Yet we fear the Wind.
The Wind brings storms.
The Wind means hurricane and tornado.
The Wind is not pure.
It's full of pollution.
But that was all our fault.

You made it beautiful.
You made it useful.
You made Wind perfect.
Emily JoAnne
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