You called out for me.
You called me in.
They waited and knocked
Wanting me out.
Two in peace
And of a piece
Are a big noise
In the rest of the world
That knows no rest.
You tried but could not
Stop the gust coming in
And blowing things
Hither thither.
I am out now, they happy
Inside all covered by dust
Blown from four corners
Of the world.
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