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MARCH WINDS AND KITES!
 
She blows in like an angry hen
And fluffs each human hair
The ladies skirts and old mens' hats
Fly up without a care

A chill that's left from winters' store
Still blushes every cheek
And we're so busy trying to cope
That we can hardly speak.

Now I don't mind the pristine snow
Or blustery, howling winds
I'm happy just to fly my kite
With all that nature sends!
^^^^^

FOR DEENYS' FLYING MY KITE CHALLENGE

By MissSharon

© 2018 MissSharon (All rights reserved)

 

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