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Friday, April 1, 2016
The Wind Cries.
The wind howls,
Icy and biting
The eagles soar,
Mighty and regal
The sun shines,
Raw and bright
The hikers trek,
Tired but unrelenting
The clouds gather,
Moist and fluff
The mountain stands,
Tall and proud.
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