A long walk could worn you out,
Especially when there is internal damage
The purpose wouldn't serve right,
Who cares about the erstwhile tragic page!
It's all gone past many a mileage,
Worries and flurries wouldn't stop to bother,
With all hazards I have come this farther
And I never mind in going a little further;
To teach is to learn, to learn is to live,
To learn is to teach and that's what we give.
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