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...