Up and down the street it goes
Carrying papers and dust on its tail
Running over itself
Bumping into trees and buildings in its way
I wonder why it goes in such a hurry
With that cluster of luggage
I wonder why it races itself
Is there wind mad?
The Mad Wind
Up and down the street it goesCarrying papers and dust on its tailRunning over itselfBumping into trees and buildings in its wayI wonder why it goes in such a hurryWith that cluster of luggageI wonder why it races itselfIs there wind mad?
My Poetry 
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