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Jan 9
I went
From the
Nadir to the
Zenith my dear
I walked and walked
I didn’t stop then all of a
Sudden I had reached the top
My reward was this fantastic view
Top of my empire where the sky is blue
When looking out smiling without a care a
Thought ran through my head what is life with a stair.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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   Immortality
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