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The Wind
by Robert Lewis Stevenson

I grew up with this poetry

Paling in comparison

But still a dream

That one day I could write about a tree

That would be such a commotion

That a simple team

Within every degree

Would have the passion

Of wind and a sunbeam

In endless glory

Bring motion

To beauty billowing through its seam

-Jennie Nawrocki

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