crawling and stumbling and falling
the undergrowth seemed so tame!
kneeling and ripping and hissing
yet here we are, oh so lost!
gripping and seething and sweating
oh what we gave for the joys of sunlight!
brushing and killing and fretting
already there is that biting frost;
dipping and easing and dashing
she asks, oh might we get fame?
pulling and stirring and jumping
a scowl, a scream in fright.
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