Storm by Ann Wood
It is a dark and rainy night, and there is horrible wind.I am in my room and looking out of my window.
It is dark and ranging outside everybody is in their houses.
The wind is evil and bending the trees.
I can not sleep because of the storm out there.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2022-02-22 at 11:40
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