As the spent sun,
overpasses the harmless river.
On the swamp of the green wetlands,
it would bobble and flub for a single uncautious step over the moss.
Fence it from tumbling,
as I, meanwhile, would lay the net.
Buttress it, do not let it down,
as I would dole out a helping hand, however strong it be.
Let not, the day fall..
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interesting
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