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on this ledge I sit
feet dangling
for no support exist
I clambered up here
as a kid of 6
holding a cake
and making a wish
soon now at 42
the wish will come down and all
will be true
I believe
I am right
I will be paid
for all the nights
the snow the rain
my butt in pain
for on this ledge I
Improbably sit.

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Some of the Poetry of Etches Penmen and Thomas Poe. Good Mates.