A Kind of Magic
Monday, September 3, 2012
Poem: Anti Climbactic
climbing climbing climbing
got to reach the top
only when I get there
will I be bound to stop
climbing climbing climbing
the mountain calls to me
one step then another
in perfect harmony
climbing climbing climbing
clumb.
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