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| Last Run Never Made by � blue_panther51 Last run � Never made Perchance to find the perfect love. A river flowing wild and free. Encompassing all of the beauty of the wild. In the wild there is a canyon, the Cherokee�s call it roaring death. To find such a fate, is beyond most hopes. Such it was with a friend, he found the love. And with the water it grew. And so the team was born. Bow and stern. Now to the fate. Knowing the canyon was there spurred the team. Plans were made and every thing was made ready. Alas the wind called, and the call came from above and that is where he went. The stern man is happy. The bow man is sad. For the last run never made. David Stalvey Blue Panther |