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Oct 2014
Throw a rock
In river

and the rip-
ple will fade.

The river,
it moves on.

Yes, time stops
for no one

But it does
not forget

about the rock
that was thrown.

It's still there
sitting at

the bottom;
out of sight

out of mind.
As time moves

on, and more
ripples made.
A poem for you guys, had to write it for mypoetry wwriting class and the prompt was to write a 3-beat line poem inspired by a poem from Rasmussens book Black Aperture.
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