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Mar 1
We are tiptoeing
on the edge
of the precipice,
our senses tell us
to draw back,
but there is a
certain element
of mystery
and surprise;
can we trust
the people
we are with?
Anyone could just
reach out and
give a gentle shove.
Maybe we can fly.
We've never been here before,
we've never really tried.
Written by
Larry Berger  83/M/Sinks Grove, WV
(83/M/Sinks Grove, WV)   
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