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Sep 2010
Cavern mouths spill
waterfall words
and they all end up
pooled in one place;
in that place little
fishy thoughts grow
and they slip down
other waterfalls and
grow again in great
word pools filling from
waterfalls flowing from
messy cavern mouths.
Written by
Kathryn Houghton
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