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Mirred By the Fooloishness
With catàstrophe everything a mortal
can muster might be the end to what
he thought or should have thought
It is increasingly tolerable
he said analizing his pain
Yet the concuss gain
and what remains are
numb and each movement
my thoughts give reason to
give into the stresses of
disappointment
he laughed midway though
his storytelling
Citing how foolish he must've
looked tumbling over
the briers patch
and again
He made mention
of the tention
that caused him
to be distracted
he was happy
he reacted happy
reacted tumbling
to break his fall
Being so near
the creek
it was easy to
seek assitance
froming casting fishermen
they bought me here
here I founded help
for me and my horse
might I rest here
until my strength returns
here at Rattlesnake Gutt Creek
Copyright ©
Allan Terry
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