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BENEATH THE BRIDGE,
THE RIVER FLOWS,
NOT A SOUND IT MAKES.

FARTHER DOWN,
AT THE BEND..
THE RIVER PICKS UP SPEED.

OFF THE LEDGE,
ACROSS THE ROCKS,
THE GENTLEST OF ROARS.

WHITE FOAM OF AIRY BUBBLES FROTH,
THE SOUND AND TOO THE SIGHT.

ANOTHER BEND,
SLOWS AGAIN..
SILENT WATERS FLOW ONCE MORE.

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ANOTHER BEND

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