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Sunday, 28 April 2013

16. Mountains And Hills


16.
Mountains And Hills


There are no mountains in Ireland, only hills.
When people die, why leave wills?
Do we go to a better place?
Am I in a state of grace?
Would I know a mountain if I saw one, would I fall off the top?
Climbing, climbing, climbing, does it never stop?
When I get to the top will I find the answer?
Yours sincerely, chancer.




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