Run down - run on - keep up the race
at least, don't quit
a few, anticipate failure
most don't think it's their race:
No line to cross
but snow laced
rocks, to navigate.
Bring gloves, whisky
thermals, spare
shoes, a compass,
flares and strong-minded friends.
Be prepared, to lose them.
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