Many have stood here
But fewer at the summit
Some of them remain
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I didn’t come home when they wanted,
There was always an excuse
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Too many ends were loose.
By Simon Curtis2 years ago in Poets
Wishes were for Genies to grant
For now, she could only rant
Everything seemed too big for an ant
Her brain ran out of space
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