The wind one morning sprang up from sleep, Saying, “Now for a frolic! now for a leap! Now for a madcap, galloping chase! I’ll make a commotion in every place!” So it swept with a bustle right through a great town, Creaking the signs, and scattering down The shutters, and whisking, with merciless squalls, Old […]

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