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No one recalled the small rill

It was lost from sight long years neglected

When the dam stoppered up the lakes’ fill

The course drowned as waters collected



But the rill, though forgotten, still flowed

That the lake of the dam reach capacity

The little rill swamped but forebode

Exceeding the dam’s tenacity



When the dam burst came the day

The waters of the lake released

In torrent the dam born away

Breached broken and tumbling surceased



So the rill was restored as before

Babbling it’s way free once more