Along the Riverside
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along the riverside,
naquillity,
poesaics
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Wind against the sun.
Took off my shoes;
Had me some fun.
Tapped my tiptoe;
Water, rippling cold.
Riversand;
Footprints forgotten mold.
A screeching hawk;
Takes to the wind.
My eyes;
Pause and ascend.
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