Raging river flows madly
Through our town.
Beautiful when white appears
Beautiful when spring is near
So beautiful when summer approaches
70 to 80 degree
Come autumn
Colored landscapes
Brown to amber in leaves
Lie upon solid ground.
Everyone are out
Enjoying walks
Viewing the boats
Docked for a limit of time
Then they proceed
With caution
To the lock
Nice day
Goes into a nice dark sky
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