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Sometimes Life can seem

like a hike

On a snowy afternoon

Where just as soon

As our boot print’s cast,

‘tis blanketed by frost

& lost like the last,

Spoiling any hint of an

honest toil spent

T’perhaps help inspire

some other day

Another vagabond

along the way

Braving the same maddening climb…

But regardless of this,

Rid of rhyme

and maybe reason,

Still we trudge through time,

onward to next season!

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