Too Many Rivers
Rivers ran around her life,
she never crossed them but one.
That one river was narrow and slow
it allowed her to go to another town
where she met a handsome barkeep,
who's life, like hers,
had been shut-in by rivers.
Turns out there were many bridges and roads
many ways to cross over,
but they dared not.
Over beers they feel in love;
discussed long-term relationships,
however, it could not be...
there were just too many rivers
between her barstool
and the bar.
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