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The wind blows and blows
Will it ever slow?
No one knows,
Except for one wise-woman.
Watch out if she has a bawl,
You will be forced to crawl.
Be afraid, she'll soon maul
And you'll be left in the rain!
Her wrath will soon be over,
And you won't have to duck for cover
The sun will come out from undercover
And you will see,
Mother Nature is sweet
as can be!
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