Wile E Coyote Raises His Hand
I have a question (if you'll allow).
How is it that I came to this place now?
My life's path continued to where
below my feet there is only air;
and, the sad thing is, I cannot fly.
At this point, I guess I'll have to try.
Copyright © David Crandall | Year Posted 2025
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