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Bitter Heights
They tell us all to climb the tree,
To reach what hangs for all to see.
But though we stretch and though we try,
The fruit remains too far, too high.
A fox will feast, a lion dine,
While sparrows peck at crumbs and pine.
The branches bend for weight and pride,
But never lean to those outside.
We’re told, “Grow strong, and you may rise—
The climb is fair, the prize the prize.”
Yet roo...
Wednesday 14th May 2025 2:19 pm
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