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The Wind (Age 11)

By Ruth Calder Murphy (Arciemme)

The wind, he blows me down the lane,

laughs, and blows me back again.

Bullies me,

buffets me,

plays with my hair,

pulls my hat off my head,

throws it in the air.

He twists and turns,

an acrobat

in the circus sky.

Leaves and litter fly about

and so do I!

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