Tuesday, June 9, 2009

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Standing on the edge of my heart

With the last claws of hope

Inching forward ready to jump

Will I, won’t I, will I, won’t I?

5 comments:

  1. I know this moments of this way or that, too!

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  2. Just what I had said to you...FLY! It is the absolute best. Hurts like a bastard at first but that soon passes. The weight is lifted and you soar........

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  3. Those pesky intersections - nice work!

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