Why curse the fate,
as right away thee knew.
Its forever too late,
maybe a month of few…
the fate of thou,
was to crumble and fall.
Thou knew it was true,
Yet, being colt, thee did crawl…
Before more longer it goes,
Laziness thou must refrain.
Unless the deeper it throes,
To end up only in cairn…
Try to gaze, past the murk,
Lies a way, I would bet,
High time, not let fate to lurk,
Believe it’s not all over yet…
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