The Windy Day
Moody clouds hung low today
Were they angry with the sun?
I tried to read but the wind would play
Turning my pages all in fun.
With such a breeze my hat won't stay
So the wind played with my hair
The silly wind swayed the clouds
So the sky, all three would share.
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