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On Passing Air

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On passing air
One turns around
To see if any
Heard the sound;

Then moves away
To vacate where
Another might
Inhale the air;

And then, relieved
In gut and soul,
Becomes again
A wholesome whole.

Copyright by Nicholas Gordon

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