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Mountains riseBefore meI wish I couldRun my hand Across the crest of themAs one caressesA pup’s headNoble and watchfulLined uniquelyWith purposed shapeBeautifully invigoratedYet they are bigAnd I smallIn statureBut not soIn heart and spiritWould I one dayBecome their masterDignified in gratitude? This poem was written at my parents’ house in North Georgia sometime last year. […]

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