Windy March Morning
Today is March thirteenth
it's quite windy outside,
it isn't all that cold
the Fairies try their best to hide.
They're running to their homes
close the doors up tight,
they aren't ready to play
they are filled with fright.
It gusts like hurricane winds out there
I don't blame them for wanting to run,
maybe they'll get to play tomorrow
but today, there won't be any fun.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Mar.13/2016
I was planning on writing something different, but changed my mind at the last second.
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