The Trek

June 10, 2012
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Sharp white sand
Grit beneath my feet
There are no flowers
In this land
Where hot and tired meet

They moan and groan
We push and prod
Nudge them up again
They hold their grudge
But on we trudge
Our hope is in the End.

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