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As we go down to the creek Our souls cold and bleak The rocks don't move not even blink The moss is turning into frost Because my cold bare feet just touched the bottom
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Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 8:16 AM UTC
The Creek
As we go down to the creek Our souls cold and bleak The rocks don't move not even blink The moss is turning into frost Because my cold bare feet just touched the bottom
Written by Samantha
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Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 8:16 AM UTC
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