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"I stemmed up a crack and almost fell But rolled out safe on a ledge and ambled on."
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"Quail chicks freeze underfoot, color of stone Then run cheep! away, hen quail fussing....Look down in thlined with cliff From far above: deep shimmering trout"
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“A lone duck in a gunsightpass steep side hill Through slide-aspen and talus, to the east end, By the rusty three-year-Ago left-behind cookstove Of the old trail crew, Stoppt and swam and ate my lun
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| SON OF A B#*%! ATE MY F#%$ING LUNCH!!! HOW COULD A GREAT DAY TURN SO F%$&ING BAD! I GIVE UP! | |
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