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May 2013
The river knows the way,
The people do not.
Streams do not find where they belong
By being harsh or strong.
They find where they belong
By being gentle.
They flow, shimmering in the light.
The river does not push.
The river knows the way.
MaRiahh Hodgkinson
Written by
MaRiahh Hodgkinson  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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