Mr Peek's poetry place...
Thursday, 8 January 2015
The Windy Wind
When the windy wind it blows
I hope it doesn't take my nose
It's very useful when I smell
And so's a bar of soap as well
And when the snowy snow it falls
I can't help walking into walls
It's my fault though, I get a fright,
I painted all my walls in white!
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