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My Own Mountain to Climb

By A.McGrath, Zurich, Switzerland

For years I have been walking,
But mama's hand I always hold.
She picks me up when my feet are tired,
And makes sure I never fall.

She guides me on the right paths,
She leads me here and there,
Always making sure that I,
Won't get lost anywhere.

"Look at that mountain mama!"
I say to her one day,
A huge climb up a treacherous face,
"Yes dear, you will go there someday."

"But I don't want to mama,
Unless you will come with me,
It looks so very hard,
Upon my own two feet."

But now I'm at the foot of it,

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