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Mar 2018
Climbing to the top of greatness,
As glory advances to maximum performance.

The peak of the mountain is reached,
With new heights soaring to bliss.

When we rise to the greatest point,
Eventually, we will fall to the bottom.

Contentment loses its altitude,
Bringing pain as joy can’t last forever.

Each time we drop to the ground,
Surging to elevated levels can be achieved again.
Michael LoMonaco
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Michael LoMonaco  35/M/New York City
(35/M/New York City)   
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