My reasons for hating broccoli, worth at least a small Nobel Prize, failed to move the Vickery. So, never say die -- unless you are one of the participants in the following for Comp. 2699 honours.
Jaywalking avian, source of philosophical conundra
from urban highways to remotest dirt-tracked tundra,
since first you hatched what aim could you have had in mind
for trespassing across Man’s Right of Way? Here unkind
Fate brings both our paths together at this cliff-top bend
on which your purpose and my search for it must end.
There’s no time now for idle philosophical enquiry.
We’re wide-eyed, speechless, nano-seconds from expiry,
about to lose my final chance to ask, and yours to know,
what made you want to cross this stretch of bloody ro…..
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