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Tennessee River

~He pretends the river is an ocean

When one can't have the potent dose

One makes do with the diluted potion

Caught between two jagged green coasts

The murky current slowly propels his motion

If he has a good, sturdy boat

He might just last to see his ocean~

 

 

 

 

 

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Martin Elder

Sun 29th Mar 2020 20:13

A wonderful us of words

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