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One hundred miles

Her knees look painful, all her joints Look far beyond the comfort point, And yet that buckle does anoint: On hundred miles, she says she goes. More movement in the kelp that grows, Or changes in the corn in rows, And I’ve seen faster glacial flows: One hundred miles, she says she goes. Visible, her mileage woes, No longer nails upon her toes, Her frame so thin, attracts the crows: One hundred miles, she says she goes. She’s drawn to run, it’s like a curse; I’ve read this chapter, seen this verse, Pursued by demons, maybe worse: One hundred miles, she says she goes.

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Date: 4/17/2022 7:42:00 PM
Haunting tale of a haunted female here. Hard to figure what motivates some people, I guess. Happy Easter, Jeff.
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