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Kilimanjaro In a bar called “The Dirty Mug” I had a drink with Hemingway. He said, “ordinary life is as flat as the taste of beer when the taste buds have been burned off your tongue.” I had to agree. I was a discouraged writer then – But this remarkable man Encouraged me Gave me the confidence I needed To ascend to the top Of Kilimanjaro Carrying the carcass Of a leopard And gaze down upon The House of God. There was no rescue plane. I have climbed this peak “unbelievably white in the sun” And I have a dead man to thank For sharing his stories. |
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