jonadine Posted September 10, 2010 Report Share Posted September 10, 2010 I had my hands on it just a moment ago, sturdy as cinder blocks and clinging like a barnacle to that rope hung over the cliff. That hard-won grip was the product of An ordeal of travel, The anxious feet and nervous fingertapping of a hundred headaches. I worked for it, and now that gnarled grip is frictionless the hemp turning to an eel in my hands its slipping, I can feel it And that freefall awaits me. What am I going to do? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jonadine Posted January 1, 2013 Author Report Share Posted January 1, 2013 Not sure what fo do with this one. Any suggestions? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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