By Melody
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She
meanders through patched hills Summoning
kith and kin to join her on her way Promising
them all the fun and the thrills And
tranquility when they reach that yonder bay She
gathers up momentum and she swells up in size Like
a young girl suddenly matured into a woman And
she races on in high velocity She
plummets three hundred feet down the gorge Making
smoking thunder, shooting spray into the sky Dropping
into the rocky bottom in utter satisfaction To
form the |
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