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The Wind

The wind stood up and gave a shout.
He whistled on his fingers and
Kicked the withered leaves about
And thumped the branches with his hand
And said that he'd kill and kill,
And so he will and so he will.

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  • April 1, 2007
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    meaning?

    From guest Justin Skilling (contact)
    How would I define the meaning of the entire poem?