My Precarious "life"
If I left you this moment
there may be a chance
Monday morning would greet me
with nary a glance
but such is not my nature if
there exists the possibility of
pushing the limits of the limited
testing the finite calculated ability of . . .
~~~
So there she goes again
flying off the nearest ledge
thinking she can fly again
dancing on the razor’s edge
betting against the laws of nature.
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