It’s Windy…

It’s Windy…

It’s windy out there,

blowing a gale.

Hurricane whoever,

hold on to your hats.

~

It might be a day,

for flying a kite.

I’d probably avoid,

a hot air balloon.

~

Wind clears your head,

then blows down your shed.

It freshens the air,

but ruins your hair.

~

Is it worthy of a poem?

that remains to be seen.

It could end the world,

or become a light breeze.

~

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