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Wind Song
When the wind blows
the quiet things speak.
Some whisper, some clang,
Some creak.
Grasses swish.
Treetops sigh.
Flags slap
and snap at the sky.
Wires on poles
whistle and hum.
Ashcans roll.
Windows drum.
When the wind goes --
suddenly
then,
the quiet things
are quiet again.
~ Lilian Moore
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