beautiful towering naked trees
watching wrinkles of my face
my steaming breathes float away
seeking brightness in cold day
soggy grass grabs my footwear
heavy to walk with; i declare
waving pin flag said i could
i smile, yes! i must be bold
wild swing invites mud fling
some got into my eyes, tearing
calmness of lake nearby, a song
should i have stayed home alone
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