GUSTY

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GUSTY

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The wind breezed by today

Gusting like it wanted to play

It tipped over my potted plants

Made the oak leaves whisper and dance

Sent yellow pollen on its way

But the wind can never stay

I was not afraid, no

This was just a strong gust, not a tornado

When the mischievious wind moves along

I just put things back where they belong

The invisible winds blow by

Nature's breath from the sky

Stay gentle or playful dear winds

So we can always be friends

When you come by I know

You bring fresh air in your flow

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