I am not particularly courageous
But if I could wish myself brave
I'd like a rare but mundane sort of valor
Neither soldierly heroism
Nor the quiet courage of a mother
Better to be a window cleaner
Swinging freely from a building in an ice storm
Unnoticed by the common city cowards
Sixty feet below
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