The Indian on Endicott Street, Lakewood Co.
Grab a hold of this moment as if
It might be the single best moment you will ever know
Though it's doubtful
Tomorrow you might fall off the edge of a cliff
Or, while crossing the street in your bare feet stub your toe
Though it's doubtful
Someday you may end up in a morgue cold and stiff
With a tag tied to you inscribed with the name "J. Doe"
Though it's doubtful
Most everything is possible, most everything is probable
What so many people seem to miss
If that everything is doubtful too.
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