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About This Poem
Gust of Wind
What is that sound
Outside my room
Is it a hound
The sound of doom
Is it a gust of wind
Are they my dreams
All in my head
All as it seems
Am I in bed
Is it a gust of wind
What is that creak
From down the hall
Am I a freak
Afraid of all
Even a gust of wind
Morning is here
And I'm awake
Nothing to fear
For goodness sake
Gone is the gust of wind
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