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By wistful Date: 2001 Jul 16 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.16.01.40.16298]] |
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Each time I think that I Have finally won a toe-hold And risk to raise myself Upon that precarious perch As my eager fingers search To secure a higher plane I lose my hard-fought footing And tumble back again Only one among the throng Who would claim this proud peak For their own. |