Current Mood: calm

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chaucerian roundel

nowhere fast

there's nothing like the trudge under hard rain
what hope we have seems distant as a star
and no kind soul will pass by in a car

no one will move without some proof of gain
a walk of several miles is not so far
there's nothing like the trudge under hard rain

it's our own fault to suffer cold and pain
what others made it seems our task to mar
we each deserve the injury and scar
there's nothing like the trudge under hard rain

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