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193 burT rAshbAum Stolen Wind Poem I sometimes sleep and wonder what’s wrong. Wind is a survival mechanism. The wind. The bigger the body. . . . something is afoot. It makes me edgy, pushes me ahead. The influences of pain are blown in by hot, dry wind. The winter emotions: profound distress. It can’t calm down (open your car doors). sleep patterns and particularly gusty locales bow from the wind. I learned this. Uses for wind: wind sites, excellent wind (defined as excellent), the location just downwind of 194 an entire windy country, erratic and strong. In the eastern provinces. From all directions. People from town With the “for sale” signs go right. ...

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