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The Wind

I know why the wind calls with a thousand voices

Its arrival is an argument, a clash, a forced opinion

Nature knows no allies, time knows no structure

But man is all-consuming

Those damned voices, stretching across modernity

Who are they to tell us we’re wrong

Who are they to feel so alive

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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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