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: 5 Mar 2021 8:21 PM | Viewed: 13133 times
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