I'm on the verge of tears, happy at my triumph.
This is my birthday, this is a 14er.
I'm on a mountain-top with my love
with my legs quivering like a baby deer
from the lack of oxygen.
We're eating peanut-butter on cheese crackers,
kissing between mouthfuls,
sun-burned to a crisp.
The sun is shining, there is no wind
and Colorado smiles upon me,
And the place and person I love
are fondly wishing me the best.
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