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11/28/20 at 10:13PM
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Life Stories - Memories
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The roar of the wind
through the limbs of the trees,
sounds like a Lion
with a real bad wheeze.
The wind blowing in bursts,
rattles our window panes.
Where do you go now?
What do you do,
when the sound of the wind
reminds me of you?
