By the
River
Sate I
Opened my book.
Read.
Of beauties and of
Wondrous things.
Wondrous things?
All normal propense and
All relative.
By a spring
I stood
I stood up with parched
Throat
And
Sang of beauty with just
A parched tongue.
Just.
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