Ill Do It Ill Jump
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James McLain
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The wind is cool,
cooler than I stand alone,
at the top, of this bridge.
It is a long way down,
rescue vehicles, they wave, is beacon.
hundreds of people, police.
There are none, up here with me, none.
I think I will leave, come back tomorrow.
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