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By Jim Burns


You balance on moonbeams,

but if you trip in the night

and find yourself in deadly flight

consider all the wires you’ve walked,

now one misstep and you die,

it just doesn’t seem fair

but now it’s much too late even to care,

the ground waits to greet you

with open arms

and death will beguile you

with its modest charms.


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