The day began,
As others do.
A cloudy sky,
The showers few.
Then came we,
The pilgrims aglow.
The muddy bath,
Began to grow.
Until the mire,
Was very thick.
Our sacred shoes,
Began to stick.
Still moving on,
Our way ahead.
No muddy road,
Shall we now dread.
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