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The Wind

I, the WIND, was awakened this morning by the sound of heavy lighting and THUNDER. It was The Lord speaking, encouraging me to be kind and gentle today. Without delay, I arose and got dressed. I looked at the falling RAIN, and in spite of being tempted to blow upon it, I did not. It became colder, and the SNOW started to accumulate. Recalling The Lord's words, I refused to interfere. The entire affair was short-lived and out came the SUN.

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Date: 4/5/2024 7:09:00 PM
Curtis, enjoyed your creative poem, congratulations on your winning placement.
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