The Wind Blows
The wind blows softly at my window.
I wait in awe to see,
What will happen if mom lets me be.
I’m scared to death at this little fright,
But I will sleep on through the night.
Ashley Farmer © 2000
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The Wind Blows
The wind blows softly at my window.
I wait in awe to see,
What will happen if mom lets me be.
I’m scared to death at this little fright,
But I will sleep on through the night.
Ashley Farmer © 2000
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