of
the cold,
dark river and
she thought of the boy
who
jumped
or was pushed
and she thought of
the clouds and the sun
and
the sky,
all
of which
would never change
no
matter what.
of
the cold,
dark river and
she thought of the boy
who
jumped
or was pushed
and she thought of
the clouds and the sun
and
the sky,
all
of which
would never change
no
matter what.
An excellent poem by John
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