Each pore fights the river cold. Bones stiffen, locking my limbs. Feet on stones feel for ridges and ribs. A slide-shift to the one bit of sand And hurrah for me, I can stand! Hello, says the slow but steady flow. Hello I say, wary now, Knowing how it fills the fields, Leaves a layered …
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