BabbleWhen did the river first come down this valley?
Was there a valley here when it came?
Was it a trickle at first, or a torrent?
Such meaningless questions, their answers
Unknown. I'm babbling at you.
Hand me the wine. The sun is so warm.
The water is pretty, and I am so happy
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2018-05-15 at 14:50
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