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By A River
amidst dewy dawning
and distant lowing
scrambling over
tangled root stone bedding
Β
beneath hillside glowing
from cloud stalked
cold shock
to sun burst warming
Β
flows river umber
running icedΒ tea
tarnished and malty
Β
to this tumble
comes happy dog
snout near rabbit deep
as spooked cottontails peep
from behind mossy log
...
Thursday 23rd August 2012 11:06 pm
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