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title	week	date
Under Cover of Darkness	20	2025-05-20

I found this big old hill
Up it I cannot climb
Instead here I'll use my quill
Maybe I can make a rhyme

At the base here I am stuck
No writing on my page
My silly thoughts all run amok
Lost in another age +++ Grasping vines slick with dew
The thorns gripping like glue
Limbs catching a tangle
Grant a moments dangle
Hold options reducing
Making easy choosing
Task thought infeasible
So found achievable