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The sun sets
on glistening sand.
The ground splits open
to reveal a path.
Miles into the distance,
the path continues.
Through the mud,
you trudge.
Sinking into the muck,
you forge ahead.
Roadblocks or rocks
won’t deter you.
A crooked road it may be,
but follow it you must
until the bitter end.
Love ya!
Jane
but all that's gold doesn't glister
the weary traveler soon finds
his head drops, so tired, mister!