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Kunama 1957


The Wind


The wind, the wind,
How it does blow:
Swiftly, quickly,
But never slow.
It hurtles down from the east and west
And sweeps off the line an unfortunate vest.
The wind, the wind,
How it does blow:
Here and there,
About the snow.
It humiliates kittens,
Asleep on a mat,
And frightens a little boy,
From where he sat.

ROSEMARY STOKES, 1A


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