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Lizet Palacios








          The alarm sound in the early morning




       the wind whistled in the windy morning




       the wind blows through my hair the sound of the city


       enters my  ear all the children walking





       the sounds of the bell  ring the sound of the


       footsteps of a children walking to class






































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