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This is the word tightrope. Now imagine
a man, inching across it in the space
between our thoughts.  He holds our breath.

There is no word net.

You want him to fall, don't you?
I guessed as much; he teeters but succeeds.
The word applause is written all over him.


Submitted by Anne Williams

Added: 20 May 2003 | Last Read: 19 Jan 2019 1:16 PM | Viewed: 12809 times

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