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Striving
What’s the point? she asked.
It could be a simple solution, he quipped.
With much to do and little to gain,
The effort remained unattainable rain.
So onward she strove
Observed by those who stood beyond the boundaries
Doing much and yet ignoring them
She left having been a bothersome chagrin.
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Katrina Walters
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