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Obudu Ranch HASH

The camp fires burned hot
Music moved our souls and feet
Liquors were quaffed with glee
Love found, Friendships free

In a land eerily enchanting
Misty, damp, and exotic
We are literally in the clouds
It is all surreal, pure magic

It is cold mostly
We are tired always
Muscles sore surely
Climbing hills and valleys

Crazy, dangerous, profane
Singers, dancers, runners
Hares, trails, HASH-er’s insane!
Smokers, drinkers, fun-lovers

The camp fires burned hot
Music moved our souls and feet
Liquors were quaffed with glee
Love found, Friendships free

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