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Mar 2018
O, to be in algae lined pond
Where grass is lush-
And o'er the puddles, I row betwixt
The worlds of lungs and gills.

No worry if my vessel were to spring a leak;
She floats uneasy like a lily pad that's had
Too much to drink;
And soon shall I too.

My sweetest lady loch, she is no monster-
She is kind to me with chilled embrace
As I wade below her feet.

If only my dreams could project
Her sweetest majesties divined;
She is good to the last drop-
Dining with perch, I smile
And wave good night.
Cory Williams
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Cory Williams  28/M/Pennsylvania
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