(1993)
Shooting through, winding 'round
Everything
I whisk hats off heads
Twist through empty alleyways
Whipping up newspapers into the air
Grumbling trash into the gutter
I chill the bones
I caress the cheek
I go and go and go
Until all my puff is gone
I rest, gathering bluster for another day.
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