too late we
finally managed
to reach our path

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the frequent theft of
wooden signs drove them
to desperate measures

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even without rain
we managed to get
our shoes wet

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waking me up
by loudly proclaiming
how well they slept

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who are those trees
thinking the forest
belongs to them

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the map
reflects reality
perfectly

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this path was
created with
stubbornness

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reluctantly
we decided against
the shortcut

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dams is what they built
before they figured out
how to build bridges

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why does my
backpack try to
Be a cat

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