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Galloping along the fevered road

Chronos calls us still

Instincts say it shouldn’t slow

Others feel terrors thrill

The night arrives, heat unbowed

Sun hasn’t had its fill

When icy burns announce their turns

We all pay the bill

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I'm a high school English teacher in Texas. I also hold degrees in radiography and radio and television broadcasting. Though I obtained certain knowledge and skills from my prior degrees, I do not currently use them.

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