The wind
was
rather
windy
The sky
was very
blue
The clouds
had silver
linings
The joker
laughed
for two
The table
had a
serving
of wishful
helpful
hands
That played
the fickle
fiddle
Better
then
almost
any
band
Soon
the air
did rustle
once the
music
did begin
to stir
the flying
leaves
into little
pots of
sin
That
floated
on a
current
causing
lives
to sink
or swim
Driven only
by desire
and a very
windy
wind
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