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Giovanni Alibrando 12, 2, 10 Block 1 th 8 Grade Too Close To the Edge On a cliff, high but not proud, stood a man in black. This man, a storm, a mess, walked very close to the edge, And of course with this storm follows a wind. Dense, heavy, overwhelming this wind is, pushing him closer. Then the man looking around surprised notices where he is, the cliff breaking, it’s crackling laugh, but the man found a way. He filled up this crack, from one cliff to the next, Muffling the laugh, using the wind, and now he cant fall.

Too Close To The Edge  

My favorite poem