Traveller's Curse After Misdirection.
May they stumble, stage by stage
On an endless pilgrimage
Dawn and dusk, mile after mile
At each and every step a stile;
At each and every step withal
May they catch their feet and fall.
At each and every fall they take
May a bone within them break
And, may the bone that breaks within
Not be for variation's sake,
Now rib, now thigh, now arm, now shin
But always without fail THE NECK.
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