One day the breezes had soothed,
The otherday it had stormed.
One day the river watered entire flora,
The otherday it inundated.
One day the lungs breathed first,
The otherday breathes withdrawn.
Goodbye the Two Zero Seventeen,
And Welcome the grownup Teen!
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