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4:30 p.m. - Tuesday, Mar. 30, 2004 Your face looks up from rocks below, in gushing streams you stand Your voice unclear, I strain to hear.....babbling, swirling, roaring rain... You refused to climb a rope I threw.. I tried to pull...you up...... You never... once...even...tried.. Yet, you gazed...you cried ...you sighed..softly sighed So I stayed....... Unwilling to go back... Unwilling to go ahead... On swaying bridge called fear...I stayed...I called...I paced...I prayed "Climb"...said I...but no..... So I pulled...but down I almost came...then trying once....again......My friend... Letting go... Dear friend.. Letting go.. Beg me not so.........Why?.... Why....oh why, my friend, my friend, did you...not even try?
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