NASTY, BRUTISH, AND SHORT
Somehow we've all heard that before : the ledge
beneath the window will not hold you, don't step
on it, don't even try. Off along the county ridge,
where the patrol cars never go, we swing on a rope
high above the gorge, and drop dead-straight down
into the hole for swimming - not much, but if you
miss, you're a goner. Always more of what you want
than of what you've actually got - but that's
what dreaming's all about, isn't it?
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