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The Same River.(In the style of Johnny Cash)

I stood in the same river twice.

The first time I tripped and I fell.

Nearly sank all the way down to hell

Dazed and confused I awoke,

Knowing my heart had been broke.

I stood in the same river twice

The second time I swam to the sea

For maybe my heart could be free.

Could I abandon or lose all my fears?

Could such grieving be done without tears?

I stood in the same river thrice

This time I just stood there and stared

At a place I knew she once cared.

Memories of joy turn to pain

I never shall see her again.

Ghosts of her do pass me by,

Like just before sleep with a sigh

Saying “hallo” with a smile

As though mourning had gone out of style.

Paul Anderson May 2007

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