Labor is unkind
One can not learn when one can not be taught
Hurricane Warnings are scary.
Sixteen is a lot more than one would think
The smoke that fills your lungs, lifts your feet from the ground.
The liquid that cools your lips, warms your soul.
The food that you chew, nourishes your laughter
And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.
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I got it all but the sixteen part.