We move to the swamp
And find every drift we
Make from soft to hard.
Mires and fogs ....
Swamps filled with species
Aren't as easy as some strays maybe.
I remorse:We were deceived.
But that's the only faux pass rig
Of trying to stay uncluttered
Long after the scenes get dirtier
Alas,we dumbfounded tis we re done.
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