we keep going in faster pace
rubbish along the way flourish
beer bottles, coffee cans, cups
i was warn not to walk off the trail
there are crevices covered with ash
there are stiff cliffs; rolling rocks
i have to throw away my shoes
holes are enormous i see my toes
lucky i have an extra pair; walk goes
no snow filled wind today but dry air
so many fresh feet are walking with us
they started from station ten from bus
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