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Nov 2016
I am on the edge,
Of this mountain so green,
So beautiful and deadly and endearing.

Green earth, it is green below,

The green keeps saying,
Fall fall fall.
Why walk on the edge when you can fall?
Why not choose to fly, instead of crawl?
Fall
      Fall
             Fall.
Written by
Tahiya Nuzhat
328
   GaryFairy and Dana Colgan
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