SONG OF THE IRATE WINDS

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A ruffian blew in
with the westerly
          ;
Condolences to the eastern wind
that was
scammed by him.

Perhaps,
it is
his
long lost brother
who had
perambulated
all over
and needed
one familiar-sounding name
and whiff
to court and spark
a conversation

     ****
O Brother,
if you take him in,
he will
blow his scorching share
towards you.

If you take him,
be prepared
to be dry.

Be prepared
to misidentify
his approaches
for
affection.

He is
just on
his way,
passing through
a dry
patch.

   ***

He is an imposter.
He blows in
with the westerly.

   ***

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