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As the wind blows,
We see its flow.
Going everywhere it seems,
“It gets nowhere” we think.
To and fro it reaches,
Grass and trees it breaches.
Its has tremendous power,
those who fight it end up with rags.
Original Poem: The Wind
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As the wind blows,
We see its flow.
Going everywhere it seems,
“It gets nowhere” we think.
To and fro it reaches,
Grass and trees it breaches.
Its has tremendous power,
those who fight it end up with rags.
