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The weary wild wind

The weary wild
Wind whistles
It’s woebegone
Song of sorrow .
That is swiftly
followed
By the crisped
Snowflake
Filled air.
Washing the world
into winter
for all to share.

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This is a change from season to season and a nice change from you. I can feel the cold, frigid air blowing and whipping the snowflakes around me. ~ Geez.
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Thank you

Hlm life without literature is a life without logic.

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Hello, Edward,
Love your alliteration! I agree with Geezer - I can feel the cold wind all around me.
Thank you!

Thank you

Hlm life without literature is a life without logic.

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thank you

Hlm life without literature is a life without logic.

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