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Jan 2017
Sometimes I wish I were like them
That I could see such alluring sights
And that in likeness shared with them
I knew the fear of such trembling heights

But then I’m reminded in my mind
Of my own mountains which arise
With every dawn until the dusk
It’s my own Everest I must climb
Climb young man. Even when you're tired.
Colm
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