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May 2014
I climb the ladder rail by rail. I don't even know why.
Up and up I go towards the top.
Just a few more to go then i'll be there.
To the top i am now. I hear from down below.
You can start painting the house now.
had to re do might not be the same if anyone copied please send me a copy.
Written by
Harold r Hunt Sr  union sc
(union sc)   
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