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My life is like a river winding down unto the sea and if you sail my waters then you can get a look at me I may not be the greatest of the rivers which have been but you'll never find a body that is more proud or genuine Starting at my source My family and home filling me with substance as I flow off on my own my water, crystal-clear alive with plant and fish and to always be that way is the one thing that I wish Friends contribute water and it helps me as I grow Flowing ever deeper running faster as I go Some would irrigate me but i'll never be contained others hope to **** me but I cannot be restrained Raging with my water sometimes my borders overflow as I give back the sediment thad borrowed long ago my water moving mountains slicing channels through the land I may not be the greatest but my canyons have been grand When I wished to merge another river I did find and at once our separate waters had forever been combined Our banks were overflowing from the substance that we shared and so we pass it on into the rivers we did bear Meandering through life My river not as deep My water not as clear and my angle not as steep But my inside still is living and that's how I will always be Until my waters do depart me when I flow into the sea.
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May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 1:18 AM UTC
My Life Is Like a River
My life is like a river winding down unto the sea and if you sail my waters then you can get a look at me I may not be the greatest of the rivers which have been but you'll never find a body that is more proud or genuine Starting at my source My family and home filling me with substance as I flow off on my own my water, crystal-clear alive with plant and fish and to always be that way is the one thing that I wish Friends contribute water and it helps me as I grow Flowing ever deeper running faster as I go Some would irrigate me but i'll never be contained others hope to **** me but I cannot be restrained Raging with my water sometimes my borders overflow as I give back the sediment thad borrowed long ago my water moving mountains slicing channels through the land I may not be the greatest but my canyons have been grand When I wished to merge another river I did find and at once our separate waters had forever been combined Our banks were overflowing from the substance that we shared and so we pass it on into the rivers we did bear Meandering through life My river not as deep My water not as clear and my angle not as steep But my inside still is living and that's how I will always be Until my waters do depart me when I flow into the sea.
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May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 1:18 AM UTC
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