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The wind came, inexorably
and swept me up, as she said,
tried to strip me bare,
remove my calluses perhaps
but most likely my skin –
the furniture of my metal.

We tussled. Her vexatious curses,
are lost, scattered around me.
Billowing, her breath is naught
but a whiney wail and she leaves
untouched; I am not unscathed
but I am silent.

Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

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