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Jun 2017
that god ****** river flowing so fast
the fish like limbs flounder
struggle against the tow
the wind's bluster is
no help at all
when the river calls you home
no arguments are possible
the eddies play no more
'cept the wind's melodies
low under water bass
the wallowing branch
recalls
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