In the Mud

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Sitting naked in the mud

Rain falling all around

Stream-lets carrying the dirt from my body

Shivering from the cold biting wind

With fog escaping from my mouth

Goosebumps standing strong against the cold

Hands outstretched to catch the falling magic

Facing skyward to accept my fate

Drinking up my current life

Embracing my surroundings with vigor

Breaking no rules, or all of them

Making no waves, and rocking no boat

Living with enthusiasm

While sitting naked in the mud.

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