As the 'title' of the post suggests; I was sat by a window, simply watching the strong wind blow, and with an ardent desire to be free as that which moved the trees and leaves to dancing, I so composed this piece.
A passionate gale-
life on the rails;
The helix of the shell,
situated on a
snail-
A downward verge
with hints of betrayal;
The thought of being
stabbed in the back
will make anyone
pale
Transparent, is hail,
now, hail to the
King, hail Mary,
hail Jesus
and avoid that,
for which, you
might end up in jail-
If you're clever or rich,
go to Yale,
or Oxford,
or Cambridge, but one
day you'll still fail;
It's the wittiest twist
and the stickiest fix,
You must plough just
to gather your bale.
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