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The Barn Winds

22 Jan 2001

A cracked old barn The wind blows through Rickety it stands But still it holds Rafters groan Temptation grows Give in, give in But still it holds The last attack A final wave Crushing wind But still it holds Biting teeth Of dirt and stones Hurled against the wall But still it holds Weak it is Out of breath One last gasp But still it holds Give in, give in The wind gives in The fight is dead The barn stands tall And still it holds

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