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The Wind
Elyse Tan
The wind banged against the walls and glass
Its icy fingers searching every crack
With no luck the wind blew against the grass
The wind blew its icy breath cooling everything in its
path
It threw everything it could carry
The wind hit the glass as it did its icy laugh
It howled through the day and night
Never stopping to rest.
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