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fifty miles

thrust up from desert floor like a snow cone icy mountain dripping winter's lace ... Mt Lemon only fifty miles from this maze I'm threading through cracker box houses snaking sidewalks parks playgrounds groomed gravel desert trees ...barking dogs most pleasant 78 degrees I've felt in forever fifty miles and that icy mountain is another world looks so cold I don't even wanna be there gimme the groomed gravel and snaking sidewalks today it gets 90 forget the desert I'll take the mountain that way in my mind too only fifty miles from feeling good about myself or having work to do get up get out walk and keep walking so come summer I can climb

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Date: 3/13/2024 3:59:00 PM
Lovely write enjoyed reading your work here.
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Date: 2/27/2024 5:17:00 PM
get up, get out, and keep walking--loved those lines. I much prefer walking in nature than down narrow streets lined with cracker box house--pretty boring. Your poem resonated with me. Have a great evening, Sara
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Steven Young
Date: 2/27/2024 5:33:00 PM
I walk where I am, Sara, but, yeah, I prefer nature :) Thanks for your support. It means alot.

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