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Saturday
Mar062010

Mt.Etna


Mt. Etna sat cold, lonely,

calling, one by one, 

the mortal-fleshed to traverse

her peaks, 

“In going up, you

must go down,” she said, 

wily in her charm,

the final desire tempting

those who possess

chivalry, prowess 

to sing the victors tune.

 

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