The climb, exhausting
Lungs burn with the exertion
But the view, worth it.
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Thank you for reading my Haiku on the subject of a mountain. This is a new medium for me, but there are a couple for you to read.
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Luke Foster
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Saint Patrick's Blind Date
This is for the latest Vocal challenge that you can read about below. The limerick only clocks in at thirty words, but I hope it brings a smile to your face. I can't change the font or size in the Vocal editor so took a screenshot of my limerick as well
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I felt that in my lungs. Good job!
Lovely piece. Well done