Exercise 3
Today the winds blows bleak
against my teeth
And shivers down my back
to ache my feet.
It runs my nose, with grit
it stings my eyes,
This wind of weeds and bone
tree cloud dark skies.
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against my teeth
And shivers down my back
to ache my feet.
It runs my nose, with grit
it stings my eyes,
This wind of weeds and bone
tree cloud dark skies.
29 October 1976 English 224