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Poem: Whistles In The Wind

By: G David Schwartz

whistle in the wind
Whistles in the wind
around September begin again
now stand with a friend
The dog is a mutt
a very annoying hunt
barking up the rut
I listened to you
Not because you are my wife
but ’cause you’re so nice
When I was young I knew
Some hippies who were truly true
They looked just like me and you



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