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| Happy Birthday Don I love you my little brother. Molly |
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| From high atop the mountain A silver stream starts to flow Growing as it moves on its way Fed by the newly melted snow Drop by drop it will move along Gathering momentum as it goes This cold clear mountain stream Continues its journey as it grows Down across the lea it will wind To fall in a deep gorge far below There to join with another stream Wilder and deeper it will then grow Onward it will go rumbling along Aimlessly finding a way to the sea Bringing water to the fertile fields That provides food to you and me Poem by Acie copyright |
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