Wind
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Tom Allport
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As the chemical wrath rained down
There was nothing we could do
But the white washed cottage
Was hidden and out of view
It was surrounded by
Tall trees where birds once flew
Now there was only silence
But for the whistling wind
For all life had now ceased
It was death to every living thing.
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