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Friday, July 9, 2021

sadness


by bofa xesjum



siblings, cried the wuggles
let us stop here a while
surely we will perish
if we go another mile

we have all grown weary
and our ranks are filled with strife
let us stay beside this river
and start a new life

but the muggles would not hear it
and continued on their way
the wuggles saw the sun go down
and waited for the day

thunder rolled across the plain
and rain fell from the sky
the river rose up from its banks
and no wuggle was left dry

one by one the surging waves
carried the wuggles away
their piteous wailings faded
when the juggles came out to play



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