The wind howls thrashing
violently against the windows The rain hits the ground with a Whoosh The grass withers in the wind and the fire Crackles in the big dark room.
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PoetryThese are my poems so I would appreciate if you didn't use them thank you
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The wind howls thrashing
violently against the windows The rain hits the ground with a Whoosh The grass withers in the wind and the fire Crackles in the big dark room.