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Thursday, 4 December 2008

nighttime river

The night-time river delivers with a thud
Your boat into the bank of roots and mud
But you should be very grateful
Rejoice and don't be hateful
That it is only water flowing
and not blood
Posted by Homeless at 09:19

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