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We never made it to Flat Shoals Creek

With our picnic and blanket to lie in the sun.

But we discovered the shallows behind our knees

And the rapids from kissing for fun.



We never made it to Flat Shoals Creek

To see the maple leaves burning with scarlet flames.

But we lit a fire that threatened instead

To consume us as we whispered pet names.



We never made it to Flat Shoals Creek

Where water rushed gurgling through the wood.

But we shared long hours of passionate love

That refreshed us more than any picnic could.