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One hand

 

  reaches into the coppice

 

    of the climb becoming a part of

 

         snarled quest of upward journey, footing

 

                         finding leverage on levels first known.  The maladriotness

 

                                                                                    of my steps pull and

 

                                                                                                          slip

                                                                           

                                                                                    into the summit of life’s challenges,

 

                                                                                      I sit, basking in the victory not even            

 

                                                                                                            mine.

 

copyright:  CMM

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