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People within the wind would probably say, Gee why do you always whoosh when you speak to me

While the receiver would only hear the whoosh he too, was so familiar with

So he thought again to ask his friend the sun

But soon after, he noticed A shun look glaring back at him

Then he thought of his acquaintance the land, and after stretching his neck way down afar

He saw the same outlandish look on the face of his acquaintance