Some walk up the hill, and some, down the valley.
Some along and some against currents swim.
Some stroll, some wade and some tread the bushes.
Some in jungles and some in deserts roam.
Some meet hurdles and some take risks in the way.
In the end who comes first? ', tell me boys.
22.11.2017
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