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Myles P.

Climbing

You are no stranger to this kind of height.
You have been here many times before.
You have been there where you hold on to rocks and roots.
While you are 1,000 feet above the ground you cling and grip.
You do whatever you can to keep yourself moving up.
You tell yourself over and over again I want to live another day.
You touch the white clouds like the icing on a cake.
The cliffs seem to keep going and going for miles.
Many have died on these cliffs and soon you might be next.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2012 EDITION]