Ground Zero
. for public domain
It is the highway shoulder for me.
I care little for flying,
and just as much for the sea.
Rails? Not in that much of a hurry.
Good ol' Ground feels right under my feet.
One step at a time,
a good gait, easy and neat.
Snail's pace feels like less of a worry.
And when I stop it does not matter.
I get somewhere,
a little weary, less fatter.
Ails soulful, less my favor curry.
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