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A flow of words

Skipping 'crost the stones

Never faling to dance as they traverse

The river-roads where they blithely converse

With each idle visitor along the way.

Nature, as she will always teach,

Has no resistance

From saying what she wants to say to each.

So it is with the river of verbiage,

Its carefree cadence,

Throwing caution to the wind

And logic out of the wild domain.

That which confines

Or never bravely opines

Has no place in my poesy untame.