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Christopher Sep 2020
A sight so dreary
feet tremble, yet still he stands tall
Though his limbs be weary
they stand still, to resist the fall.

His vision clear
ever so attentive
Their vision clouded
ever so contentive

His actions move quickly
His actions are rash
Ignorant of feeling
they're gone in a dash

— The End —