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I look at you sitting there
All calm and unaware
You have mud all over you from head to toe
Your clothes look more like rags than clothes
Your shoes are crying for help under the mud
The sun is shining making you squint




You have a smile touching the corners of your face
The wind is blowing making you fold your arms
Your hair is sticking up
One of the few parts untouched by mud
Your eyes are huge and forgive full
Your knees have two cuts down the side
You are standing up tall and proud
Like you accomplished a great feet
The mud is dripping off slowly
Yet your smile is stretching across your face





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