Who will resist the wind?
A trash?
Any time can be furious storm...
A high wall?
Mountain?
Shutting doors, windows?
Swampy forest?
Deep dark intricate woods...
Impossible!
But the headstrong can of course
meet with obstruction;
Who or which the resister?
Curled hair, flapping gauze scarf
And womb of a crafty youthful lass...
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