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Friday, March 18, 2016

Wind on Wednesday


Then dawned a Wednesday, happy and bright,
A day full a promise with Summer in sight.
I sat out of doors with my back to a tree,
And all things about were as still as could be.

Then-from whence I know not-there came up a spring breeze,
Which danced overhead through the tops of the trees.
And rustled old leaves and fluttered my hair,
And then went away-I cannot say where-
But since it came back again, I really don't care.


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