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Poems by Beedoo!

Song for the Summit

Head for the treeline! Donít give up yet. My frozen determination
Makes my poor heart race as I pick up the pace
And my feet beat my mindís contemplation.

Itís such a long way, I wonít make it today,
And yet, for that peak-high Iím yearning;
My muscles say, "Go!" My lungs, though, whine, "No!"
And my side begs me, "Please stop! Iím burning!"

Still, my feet kept on pumping, my pack always bumping,
As I swore not to be left behind;
I may not have been the first to the top,
But there wasnít that much of a line.

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