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- Soli Philander
- Apr 22, 2022
- 1 min read
The wind is blowing up a storm
No surprise, in the District the norm
The alarmed trees waving branches about
Steel and mortar 'round corners shout
The squat humps huddling on the field
Struggling not human wards to yield
And all around the currents surge
As if this place of memory to purge
SP
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