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A WINDY TALE.

"The wind came in from a stormy sea, And said in his mighty voice to me, f Come for a rollick, a ride and a frolic. Come for a game 0,1 lp tossing son.' He tossed me up on his wild white steed, That ramped, and stamped and tore at the bit, JAnd leapt up behind me, and off we sped, Skimming the waves at a glorious speed. {The horse kicked his heels and tossed his mane. And away he bolted, lightning-quick, [The wind gave a laugh, a rollicking laugh, And dug in his heels ancj pulled at the bit. But, 1 fell off, t'was too swift for me, And tumbled headfirst into the sea, (And then I awoke, but still I could hear, 1 The voico of the wind, still shouting in glee. •-From Kutli l'ark, 211, Eden Terrace. v , :

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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXIX, Issue 21100, 6 February 1932, Page 4 (Supplement)

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A WINDY TALE. New Zealand Herald, Volume LXIX, Issue 21100, 6 February 1932, Page 4 (Supplement)

A WINDY TALE. New Zealand Herald, Volume LXIX, Issue 21100, 6 February 1932, Page 4 (Supplement)