Of Her, River
At first my feet would not allow
Myself to feel her dashing charm
But once inside of her somehow
I came to joy with no alarm
She always let's me take a swim
And sail upon her salted streams
At night when light is dark and grim
Her beauty blossoms mid-night dreams
She's clear and cute and calm and cool
I'll love her to the very end
My Pa wants me to buy a pool
Maybe I'm just a rivers friend
7-2-11
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