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Frances May

Wales, the land of sheep and strange accents
Frances May
Wales, the land of sheep and strange accents

This Mountain

This mountain has grown
right over my head,
It keeps me awake,
When I'm lying in bed.

But I will climb it,
I will not loose hope,
I have my pick axe,
my boots and my rope.

One step at a time.
Do not stop counting.
Never loose hope
You will tackle your mountain.
Frances May
Monday, January 19, 2009
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