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Tuesday, 30 July 2013

Millie's poem

The game of the storm


The unseen force flees
skimming the ground
and leaving
the trees doubled over.

The wetness perseus
drenching everything
within reach of its many
wet droplets.

The rain catches the wind.
The wind blows the rain away.

The wind blown rain falls diagonally
landing and creating
a picture on the ground.

The parents arrive.
and spoils the game.

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