Who is man enough to step into the Mountain story room and take his place on the throne.
A rough and simple prose,
Will more'n suffice.
A tale or two,
From rock or ice.
Noble folk,
Mountain dwellers.
Denizens of the wild,
Be story tellers.
Leave your crampons,
Your weapons o'war,
And your battle scars,
There by the door.
Come on in,
To this humble nook.
And paw through the pages,
Of our story book.
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Superb form Hexie. The boys running amuck at the Vic.....
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