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James Jun Poem
I sprinted down the mountain,
With progress in my heart
Snow-whipped face, wailing wind
Between the peaks that stood apart.
But somewhere on that mountain
I found myself in a pinch
Despite the running, heaving, panting,
I had not moved an inch.
Copyright © James Jun | Year Posted 2016
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James Jun Poem
Cardboard bound, paper built
And shackled in plastic rings
The world labelled Notebook
Hold all sorts of wondrous things.
Pages stained with a hundred spells,
Brings the land alive,
So tell me, weary traveller,
What do you need archived?
Copyright © James Jun | Year Posted 2016
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