air poem

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Oh, the air. Oh, the air that powers breath, creates storms, and is destructive to anything near to it. can create to let life survive. So teach me the way of the air of logic and communication so I can communicate with any being. So I may always fly like a bird in flight. To see the world from a new point of view.

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