via RewardPort.com's Daily Musings
At times it makes the hills seem steeper,
If only I could dig just a little bit deeper.
I bit off more than I could chew with teeth;
An ancient tale an old lady did bequeath.
Reminding me of one thing, I am not alone;
Without a word my skin peeled to the bone.
'Twas more than I could handle, certain that
My only repercussion was to swing another bat.
I tempted fate with untold calendars of spite,
Left underneath a crow that sings into the night.
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