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The Wind Is Blowing

Shane McCrae

Our son autistic son you said the wind

Blowing he shouts The wind is blowing throws

The tree across the room     the wind

is blow- / ing

tiny plastic tree he     throws it and      / Puckers his lips and

picks it up again

He throws the tree again and outside no

Wind and no rain     and all the doors are closed      / The sun is shining

and the sun is shin- / ing and the wind is blowing in the room

And lifts the tree     and takes the tree away

He shouts     he throws the tree the wind is blowing / Puckers his lips and blows

and the storm comes

You said

he laughs when you pretend to cry / And also when you cry

the wind is blowing

Shane McCrae

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