Climbing up the hills
being an uphill
steep and very still
went with a deep fill
breathing fresh air till
reaching the peak hill
stood there with a will
braving the windy frills
enduring the cold grill
enjoying the beauteous kill
wanting not to go downhill
descended with a skill
unfaltering came down like Jill
with no Jack to come down in a tumbling bill.
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