Few odd kilometers now
In this short walk.
The feet all sore
And the mind, sulk.
"Who knows where the park is
Or when the time to bed is?"
The brain is full of shade.
The head needs its shrewd.
If the mouth won't say,
The body would.
"Is it permissible to be in the restroom?
One needs to be at ease, soon."
Thinking, "out of ten,...
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