Content of: The Wind
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01/10/19 at 05:30AM
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Poetry
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The Wind gallops, swiftly, down through the trees.
It's a strong wind, not really a breeze.
The Wind around Ellensburg, bends all it sees.
Arriving in the early morning, not saying please,
But comes uninvited to our face, arms and knees,
Bringing Top Soil and brush, like a disease.
