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Cold Whistling Wind

As I sit here
In the prairie
I hear almost nothing
Just the cold whistling wind
I admire the prairie
The long brown grass
The tall bare trees
And the cold whistling wind
Even though
I may not come back
To this place I wish to call my home
I will never forget
the cold whistling wind





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