A Town Called Uppinout
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The whipping winds were vehement
As they raced throughout the town
The Constable stepped outside
With a grimace and a frown
The winds blew in from one end
And whistled past the shoppes
The townsfolk heard it coming
From the surrounding hilltops
With a running start, it picked up speed
Raced briskly through the town
Up one street, whipped about another
Clearly, it knew its way around
It dashed around the church steeple
And stripped the trees of leaves
Slid down the neighbouring rooftop
Furtively slipped under the eaves
People rushed to grab house dust
They'd stored up for a year
Now was the time to send it off
When the strongest gust got near
They'd toss it up into the air
For the breeze to snatch it up
And carry it far, far away
This was how they cleaned dust up
The winds would blow in once a year
And clean the town's dust out
The cycle, then, would begin again
In this town called Uppinout

Sharon Cunningham
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