A River Alouette
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Tumbling and rushing
Grumbling and gushing
Through reeds and over great rocks
Swelling and swaying
Dancing and playing
Mid nettles thistles and docks
But down the low glen
Where moor turns to fen
The river slows her fast pace
And there in the mire
She loses her fire
Yields and abandons the race
~~~
30/08/14
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