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Sep 2013
I went to the river with my father.

He pointed and said, "look at the water.
Notice how it flows,
Like all things flow.
Like the words from my lips,
They drop
And drip
After flowing from the ocean in my head."

And we walked down to the riverbed,
And there we stood
Deep in the wood
Pondering how things flow and flood.
Something somewhat lighter than my others on this site.
Rosemarie Caruso
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Rosemarie Caruso  Oregon
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