Robert's Rhymes
A collection of light verse.
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Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Hard Climb
I said, “I’ll climb up yonder hill.
To reach the top would a thrill.”
I was thirsty, but there was no fountain
And the hill quite soon became a mountain.
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