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Jul 2016
He climbed the stairs up to the roof.
Looked from the edge, he needed proof.
But he did find it was not there.
No fright was in the night air.
He sure did crave to find the ground.
But was too tired to walk down.
He closed his eyes, he grinned and fell.
He sighed and sinned his way to hell.
NiTSUDD
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NiTSUDD  Cumberland
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