The Wind poetry contest sponsored by constance La france poem written 11/10/2026
The wind it whistles through my hair it whistles up my ass Disturbs my equilibrium also whistles through the Khyber Pass Wind whistles through the deserts it whistles up a mountain slope Wind whistles through the cities so forceful it can be difficult to cope Breeze tornado gust cyclone a hurricane maybe in store There's much power in the wind both off and on shore Wind twirls and swirls and curls and whirls can be many stops and starts Wind between my buttocks maybe called big or little farts
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