Daring (an acrostic poem)

Determining the odds was never Trevor’s strong suit

As he looked out over the gorge he regretted that short coming

Racing ahead was really his only choice now

Isabel and her people were right behind him

Nearing the edge of the gorge, his prayers were answered

Going over the edge, the twenty foot drop ended in a large splash

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