Little girl
Pushes a box
Up a hill.
But then he comes.
He adds onto it
Constantly.
Everyday,
A few bricks
Are added.
But then he rests,
Too tired to
Add more.
A break.
But like many breaks,
They come to an end.
He is strong again.
They didn't see it.
They couldn't see it coming.
He towers over
Once more.
He piles a truckload more
Onto the box
They nearly finished
Delicately
Picking one brick up
And placing
To
The
Side.
Getting comfortable again.
But too soon.
And too soon
They tumble down the hill.
So hard to get a grip.
Phone a friend
Or a few.
Because they need
Multiple friends
To help them start to
Consider.
Consider climbing
The hill again.
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