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60 Percent Flow
November 12, 2011
There are days in which I cannot tell
Whether it's the thunder or my heart
Sounding in my ears
And breathing in an ancient spell
Raindrops fall and play their part
This is no place for fears
And from a new born well
There springs an abstract art
Of living through the years
This pulse will fall then swell
And then reverse itself to chart
A course for us, the pioneers
And we puddles of the storm of life
Should take to heart
The knowledge from these visited frontiers
© Terrin C., Humboldt, IA
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