mud, sludge, slime, our plans awry
as yon cool, clear depths beckon,
we try and we try, to escape the squelching clod;
as muds tenacious stickiness embalms, to now reckon.
mud, sludge, slime, sprite yet slow to rally
against this steadfast embrace; we sink, we fall,
muddying boundaries ‘tween childhood and youthful folly,
heartened, hardened, we rise as earthen statues, we learn to stand tall.
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