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The wind it blew and blew From force one on up to two, It blew and blew the hat from me From force two on up t-o three, It blew and blew and slammed the door From force three on up to four, It blew and blew the bee to hive From force four on up to give, It blew and broke umbrella sticks From force five on up to six. The wind it blew and Cleaved the heaven From force six on up to seven, It blew and smote the lock from gate From force seven on up to eight, It blew and tore the ship from line From force eight on up to nine, And scarce I caught my breath but when It blew from nine to storm force ten. It caught the raging teeming sea And flung it skywards mightily, The air became a solid band And fell against the shuddering land, The broiling foam sucked at my legs, Snapping them like rotten pegs. My arms, like whirling windmill sails, Lifted me above the gales And set me on my tumbled bed. No more wind now, but instead A flapping, creaking, window frame, And a sighing-breeze that mewed my name. MARGATE PIER |