Oh
Sat on the edge and dipped in a toe
a cold narrow ledge and a whisper of no
But where is a curious fellow to go
relax and slip in to go with the flow
Or how will the rest ever know
What the reason for sitting
on edges was so
and why do the edges of reason invite us to grow
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