Picturesque
A bottomless pit
swarming alive
paving the path
with its sluggish
stride
Curving, looping
to and fro
milling the land
and swooping the streets
challenging the hills
cursing the damned
A bottomless pit
no end or start
swarming, alive
cringing with fear
Curving, looping
shaking to the core
repeating its curse
with only a
shovel in tow
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