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Wednesday 14 June 2017

Out door poem

Outdoor poem.

The wind is so furies like it can push the house so hard and pump the other house.
I can hear the wind pumping into the walls making a huge sound like you can hear from a mile away.
And mother nature trying to fight her way out of a huge dome that’s holding her in for a very long time.
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