River Rescue

The Lehigh is chaffing at the shoulders of her banks Swollen with mood of mud brown and flat and far too fast She tore those young girls from their rafts Decorated the trees of a midstream island with them hanging on like the leaves and silt once did Their cries swallowed as she roared past harvesting souls with clinging hands Chosen to be victim Chosen for a reason to be spared

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