I was hoping that when I turned east
The hills would begin to cease,
A reward would be coming my way.
A tailwind would blow at my back,
Some terrain to cut me some slack,
I'd do 100 miles a day.
Unfortunately, that isn't the case.
The wind still blows in my face.
Nebraska's not being so giving.
And now to make matters worse,
I have the additional curse:
Dodging tornadoes if i hope to continue living.
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