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Narrow Escape

Narrow Escape

Narrow Escape

A disaster avoided by a hair’s breadth!
Not so very long ago
I gasped for air,
Oppressed and fearing danger,
As if ridden by a nightmare.

The oxygen supply cut off,
Breathing stopped,
A humiliating rasp in the windpipe.

By a hair’s breadth
I did not die from it.
My life continues to this day.

Thus I narrowly escaped death
And breathe again with relief—
For recovery has set in.

By a hair’s breadth.


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