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Jul 2019
Her first few steps
on the high wire frightened her.
(Don't look down! I mustn't look down.)
Her lithe body suspended in mid air
high above the killing ground.

Step by step she inched across
to a place where freedom was assured.
Her old life she now left behind her.
Those ties that bound her she abjured.
based on Lori's comment  on my poem "Last Call"
John F McCullagh
Written by
John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
(63/M/NY)   
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   ---, Lori Jones McCaffery and Fawn
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