False summits tease
with hopes of triumph
gentle slopes from afar
rearrange,
gain new gradient
steepen
as valiant heroes
stumble up.
The transcendent hills
hitherto too daunting
for hungover me
finally conquered by
my imminence
Which by the time
specified
felt very imminent
indeed.
Dry mooths slaikit
by unchilled beer
our heroes savour
view won, breathe
victor's fresh air
and wish
they had brought
more beer.
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