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Jogging along its running route,

 

is my creek.

Lazily slipping by,

 

is my creek.

Closing my eyelids and helping me sleep,

 

is my creek.

Filling my nose with the scent of a light drizzle of rain,

 

is my creek.

Infesting my day with hours of play,

 

is my creek.

Plagued with slippery rocks to bruise my legs,

 

is my creek.

Looking like a blanket, recently tossed aside to get out bed,

 

is my creek.

A sweet, melodic lullaby to my ears,

 

is my creek.

Stabbing my thoughts with longing,

 

is my creek.

And missing it everyday,

 

is me.




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