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The climb
Forlorn, desilote, and serene.
I stand at the mountains
The place where I will rise
Upon its slope
Peace published in my thoughts
Oh how beautiful
Upon the mountains
My feet are
The feeling
I feel prepared me
For personal asent
Steep and salutary
A challange to be reckoned with
The charm of satifaction.
poem
by
Howard Johnson
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