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Rushing River
The river seems in a rush-
Where does it think it's going?
Little waves are racing by
And my ideas are flowing.
As it keeps streaming along
Worried wrinkles crease its brow.
I feel it's late for a date
That it must meet anyhow.
Race on! Race on dark river.
Race on! Keep picking up speed.
For it is October's end
Winter's soon in thought and deed.
