Roaring, howling, tugging
I run, tripping as I go
She flies, whistling as she zooms after me
She makes the trees bow and take off their clothes
Red, green and yellow lie on the ground, chatting when forced to run
The wind tracks me down like a fox
Toitoi 11
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78
Words by
Milly Hood, age 7
Pictures by
Mila Krzanich, age 7
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Roaring, howling, tugging
I run, tripping as I go
She flies, whistling as she zooms after me
She makes the trees bow and take off their clothes
Red, green and yellow lie on the ground, chatting when forced to run
The wind tracks me down like a fox
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