Stop me when I cover
Ground already covered
At fifteen you knew what must be done
What did you do for fun?
Was it your father's track
That laid the foundation?
Your bride with the gumption of an ox
You, the deep burrowed fox?
How far the horizon!
Machining until dawn
Your undying focus on freedom
Gleaming steel and kicked dust
Were steeds too cumbersome?
Perhaps passion alone --
Your utopia still needs oil
And who can stop the rust?
Karl Friedrich Michael Vaillant
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