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What could that sound possibly be?
Perhaps it’s a branch from the old oak tree
I don’t know, mommy, it sounds very scary
Don’t worry, honey, maybe it’s a fairy!
No, they don’t make a howling noise
Oh? Maybe it the neighbor’s unruly boys
No, no, it’s not them, they’re fast asleep
Don’t cry, my daughter, no need to weep
I’m frightened by whatever is making that sound
Why, it’s only the wind, its voice, quite profound
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WaltPage said:
It’s only the wind… Are you sure?
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Positive. Nothing evil behind this conversation 🙂
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WaltPage said:
Be careful. Evil rides the winds. 😈👹
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Dear Lord, man, get out from that dark side and enjoy the light! Wait, what am I saying!!! 😉
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WaltPage said:
I am the Light, lol ☺💛
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Dorinda Duclos said:
I think you’re more lit than light LOL
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WaltPage said:
😁💜
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The Militant Negro said:
Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thank you very much! ❤
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America On Coffee said:
Love this! So truthfully conceptual. Reminds me of a sibling who had the very same experience as a child.
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Dorinda Duclos said:
I think at some point we all had an experience similar to this. I always liked to think it was just God’s way of speaking to us 🙂 Thanks for reading!!
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