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Camping Misadventure

The water was shallow when we left for the day
Hiking and climbing, we went a long way.
By afternoon clouds and rain replaced the sun
Soaked and cold, this was no longer fun.

We all turned around rushing back to our camp
To get warm by the fire and clothes that weren’t damp.
But, the creek was a river, being fed by the flood,
And our flat grassy campsite was nothing but mud!

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