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Once upon a River Bank
The sun was
low
on the sky
when I met
him.
The voices
of workmen
got weaker
and weaker
in the
distance.
A few beer
bottles left
as a
reminder.
He was
handsome
and tall.
I don’t
need you to keep me company, I said.
I’ve got
those snakes over there, I said.
He planted
himself on my banks.
He was here
to stay.
2015 November PAD Challenge
2015 November PAD Challenge
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