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May 2015
It's cold and wet,
And ever moving.
Slow and steady,
Ever soothing.

Babbles and whispers,
Never speaking.
Cutting and shifting,
Always digging.

It's name is clear,
Like a vivid dream.
The smooth clear water,
The silvery stream.
Johnathan locke
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Johnathan locke  Mn
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