The Wind Is Blowing Poem by rhiana bishop

The Wind Is Blowing



The is blowing in my face
i run to win the race

The wind is blowing down the trees
as the big sound scares me

The wind is blowing out my candle
a i run from the scandle

The wind is blowing at half two
why aren't you?

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