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Jan 2017
How slow the swan glides
down the darkening river
twisting its sleek, slithering neck
away from the sunshine-
saying nothing.
In the morning
only ducks drive through the water
only voles snake along the banks.
Written by
Stanley Wilkin  greenwich
(greenwich)   
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