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Dec 2013
Some people go to the extreme living on the edge.  They seem to get a rush, jumping off the ledge.
They'll drive their car through flames of fire, as though it was a breeze.  You'll see them speed right to their death, after they turn the keys.
They have no fear of climbing, to the very peak.  Perhaps a little advice would help, if only they will seek.
Don't cheat yourself out of life, it's given to be enjoyed.  Constantly, stirring death in the face, it has no type  of reward.
By, Sandra J. Nailing
Written by
Sandra Juanita Nailing  United States
(United States)   
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