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Jeffnett

TheTalking river. 1.

As I sat on the grass in thought

today a river spoke to me.

Its muddy banks were wet and warm;

it trilled and truckled in its bed,

subservient passing by my place

without a word of happiness

to tell me of it’s flowing life.

(’ll be back...)