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A Hill Too High Through life I am a walker. But, occasionally, I run, when I need To go faster. I often take The easy route On the flat roads Where the streetlights Make it seem safe. But, occasionally, I break away To the hills Where it is Treacherous, and Where I feel More alive For a short while. The hills vary My pace and a mile May seem longer, But worth the effort, If I get stronger. But, occasionally, I have attempted A hill too high. |
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