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  • Inside my tent filled with despair
    I cried sad tears
    I tore my hair
    And lo!
    My tent did mock me.

    My heart with agony was filled
    I’d hacked and slashed and
    Fought and killed and
    Buckets full of blood
    I’d spilled
    And lo!
    My tent did mock me.

    All through the night the wind did scream
    It whipped and howled around my dream
    And lo!
    My tent did mock me.

    My bladder filled
    It swelled and grew yet
    Still I loathed what I must do
    And lo!
    My tent did mock me.

    I had my pride
    In pain I cried
    My bladder it grew bigger
    I stepped outside and
    Did provide some breakfast
    For a chigger.
    And lo!
    My tent did mock me.

    I crept back in my nylon womb
    I prayed for all arachnid's doom
    My tortured sleep I did resume
    And lo!
    My tent did mock me.
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