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 Poem I have always wanted to go skydiving. Taking that one risky leap could be the end. But feeling the wind rush past as you float down to earth with nothing on your back but a parachute. Now it's time to pull the chute, i give it a hard yank. . . nothing happens. . . I pull hard again but it;s to late I am falling to the ground. Now I am falling knowing I won't see tomorrow. But I don't hit the ground. Luckily it was only a dream. Article posted February 15, 2011 at 08:40 AM • comment • Reads 995 • Return to Blog List Add a CommentPosted Comments |
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