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Tuesday, February 12, 2013
A poem a day for 2013 - day 43 - Our song
For everything worth it
There is a something to climb
Always a river to breathe through
A mountain to limp around
Only fools turn up the radio
To not hear the squeaky breaks
We are not fools
We are steppers
Dancing to oil
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