May 21, 2003 16:35
upon reaching the ground,
sun-bleached red with cheeks a
piping white,
the parachute heaved its
final sigh of relief --
"what a long way to save one's breath,"
he thought,
"but a person less and i'd have
drifted off."
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Do you have an ID at the poetry critical?
I just joined!!
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