I'VE FINALLY REACHED
THE MATTERHORN
Forlorn, and glumly, probably just
like Gumby, I've dragged those
flat, reluctant feet and legs to
here. At the end of the line,
some guy was playing
Jefferson Airplane loudly -
'Volunteers of America.'
I wondered a long time
about that.
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There were no cars, nor any
parking, allowed here - more
like a ghost town for serious
hikers. If you start at the
bottom, it's your trek. If
you're flown to the top,
it could be your wreck.
I found all that funny.
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Tired of love, and tired of
living. I haven't got that
much left.
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