The ground is hundreds of feet below me
As the bridge swings from side to side
The havey fog makes it hard to see ahead of me
A mighty river flows beneath
I can hear it far below
The bridge swings
The thick fog
One wrong move
A hundred foot plummet
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
Laugh out loud Chuckle Grin Bust a gut Looney toons Screwball Take your pick Squart milk Have a ball Life's a gas Enjoy yourself
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