Written 24 January 2026 for Bite Size Contest no. 134 Poetry Contest sponsored by Line Gauthier
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A young man with dreams down his head, To soar to the sky he was led; He climbed the hill so fast, His own self he surpassed, Then thought his freedom may be dead.
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