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The Mountaineer – A Poem

A mountaineer began his climb
as his hands tightly held a limb

Upon a few meters,
he encountered a small cave
weird sounds rushed as winds raved

He continued to establish
the climb was still half a mile

A little further as he went
the sun emerged brighter
he moved his sack to fetch some water
stronger winds came and threw away the bottle

Thirsty, now he just was stuck
decided to move ahead wishing some luck
above he reached, completely fatigued
as the view made him intrigued

He climbed down from the other end
just appreciating the beauty ahead!

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