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Mar 2017
I stand upon a scraper of the skies;
Try to overcome a fear of heights...
Born within me; irrational perhaps:
But I wasn't born with wings or *****,
So I don't think it so irrational a fear.
Yet, I stand at the edge way up here
To overcome the fear in question...

I fell. I always said I'd make a
                            good

                  **IMPRESSI­ON
Jamie L Cantore
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Jamie L Cantore  The Land Of Flowing Hair
(The Land Of Flowing Hair)   
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