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A gentle breeze,
the life is calm,
nothing to report.
A gusty wind,
life is out of sorts
A full blown gail,
chaos everywhere.
As is in life,
same as the wind,
it serves a cause.
To clear away the rubble,
and set our sails anew.
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The Winds of Life
The Winds of Life
