The Edge

by

J. M. Hallett

A man crept over to the Edge
And gazed into the abyss
Dark it was, yet hazy... and loud
Not at all as he had guessed

He flicked in the butt of his cigarette
A small gust gave thanks with a kiss
It took him by surprise, though
And as he jerked back, it missed

He always felt had it landed square
Had he not been quite so remiss
Losing the blues might be at the bottom
Instead of the top of his list

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Tosies
by: Bill Ebitch
from: Yuma, AZ, US

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