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The wild wind sounds through the sea grass
Ringing the Witch Bottles hung in twisted trees.

On the porch it plays with the wind-chimes
Teases the bits of glass hung to catch life.
It caresses the seashells
Giving them a voice.

It moves through a half open window
Giving life to the white lace

It becomes more than it was, going this way and that.
Part of it darts off
Up the stairs
Stopping to play with a missed bunny on the way.

Pushing open my half shut door
And blowing over my sleeping frame
Stirring the hair laid on my pillow
And then it is away..

I wake and smile..
Hearing the chimes and the voices of the sea..

My Alarm Clock
With out it where would I be ?
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