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An Ode to Wind Harbinger of spring is Wind, roaring wild, Racing across lawns and golden meadows.

Winter weary pasty faces beguiled, By the raucous and raging wind ablow. For they know your booming motion bodes well, Running down alleys and up steep hills. Its winters grasp of cold and dark you quell. Every one knows, Wind power chases the chill. In spite of damage and thunderous rain, Noses press to windowpanes to welcome Wind, reassured that Spring arrives again. For the hopeful, Wind, you are our anthem. March 23, 2012

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