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About This Poem
Living on the edge
Sometimes
I feel like I'm stood on the edge of a cliff
swaying too and throw
in a icy cold biting wind
staring down
at the dark deep caesium below
never knowing
from one moment to another
which way I'll go.
Hoping someone
will come along
and reach out and grab my hand
and save me.
but until then
I stand here and sway.
Peter Dome.copyright.2012.
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