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Feb 2020
I have been rowing myself
upstream in a ten man canoe
my life strapped tight inside
I’ve bottomed out on shallow bends
been flipped over in raging current
bashed into rocks bruised then torn
even pulled under to a murky bottom
yet with my paddle always in one hand
his good book in the other for balance
I keep rowing up this mighty river
to my spawning ground back home
ymmiJ
Written by
ymmiJ  M/Anchorage
(M/Anchorage)   
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