He thumbs pages pausing occasionally
To retrieve happiness with friends-
Joy in vivid venture holds his focus
As excitement tingled his head with grog.
Uproars of laughter and gobbles of gabble
Groupe faces wide with smiles beaming
Like the sun. Heart hidden in sleeve,
He grins and steers for a road away
From hustle to the hills knowing life's
Teeming with gaiety and high spirits.
Off-track and content, he perches
On precipice owning the stage,
Scans horizon and rebukes
The pressing temptations of cage.
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