chugging of canal boats
going up and down the cut
upon the water it floats
as tiller man sits on butt
eerie mist covers water
autumn leaves cover it too
wish that it was hotter
and rain clouds start to brew
under a bridge i shelter
until the rain dispersed
in my waterproofs now swelter
this walk was unrehearsed
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