Carried Away
It is cold
And windy
as I was told
a woman called Cindy
loved playing
as the wind was blowing
we did not know
she was slow
she was carried away
and was buried with clay
She could not shout
but her hands were out
so we saw her wave her hands
and ran to her rescue
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