I love the sound of the wind through the leaves As a summer storm rolls in at the 11th hour The windows are open and I can feel the breeze pass over my sore shoulders and tired face I breathe deep, the cool Midwest breeze; Westerly is its name I am reminded of storms gone [...]
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