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'Too Many Poets'

Edge of the Pit (Pleiades Plummy)


 

 

Key to authors' pseudonyms

At the edge of the pit
I'm about to slip
If I go slow
Will I avoid vertigo

Gently catch me when I fall
Turning closer to you all
Didn't think that I would go
There you have it, what did I know

I lean and I peer
And no one jeers
It looks foreboding
I think I'm going

Sounds of laughter
That's what I'm after
Sage filled graces
And friendly faces

A chance that it's safe
Without any cares
Why did I wait
To spin myself bare

Gently catch me when I fall
Coming closer to you all
Didn't think I'd want to go
There you have it, what did I know

Sounds of laughter
That's what I'm after
Spiralling motion
A whimsical potion 


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