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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Frigid white cloud of breath is formed in cold black darkness at mountains feet blows away on cool biting wind as I wait for bright breaking Dawn shouldering pack of heavy orange to climb the trail twisting and steep to slowly rise into piercing light seeking upward to the mountains peak in piercing light of bright morn in hard bare rock of mountain bones seeking to dry twisted trees there to spend long cold day setting down my heavy load off aching shoulders full of pain from agonizing climb up mountain side to the place where I now be untie the knots of twisted string revealing all things that lie within seeking within the jumbled things for the items that I need awning bright of silver and blue carefully tied on twisted trees a pool of shade from bright of sun soon to bring the burning heat again within the pack of orange seeking for the next needed thing hammock of nylon white strong strings tight between the twisted trees down in deep that bottom there of heavy burdens unlimbering radio of multi-bands to seek the music of bright jazz and before into the hammock I climb with bright pack by my side filled with drinks and snack foods bright fruit flavors with calories filled under awning of bright blue and web of hammock of purest white with the jazz playing loud one last thing do I need rifle long with action of bolt side strung sling of leather brown eight by forty scope on it carefully set by my side on mountain peak height in bright sun in hammock under awning’s shade jazz plays brightly in the air I wait the day for a deer to come
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