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The meadow
He fights his way through the whole damn meadow.
Crushing the flowerbeds,
Getting grass and dirt on himself, ruining his shoes.
He stomps and broods through the whole damn meadow.
When he could have glimmered and danced through,
like I do.
But otherwise he makes it through,
and so do I.
One with a clear path,
And the other barely perceptable to the eye.
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