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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.
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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