Wonderful Wind
Our lives blow on past us like a brisk breeze,
Sometimes gentle and subtle,
Others a stormy tease,
But in the end we find reasons to chuckle.
Our lives lead us to many paths,
Sometimes wondrous,
Others we forget by sitting in our baths,
But in the end it's those paths that define us.
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