log to the base men
i run away from me
into my arms
it’s all in my book
kids we were
sitting on our favourite rocks
on the hillside
above the river
when the log floated down
and
someone jumped in
and
someone did the trying
and
the crying never stopped
where is she now
his mother
dead i suppose
like that boy
in the river
now
where was i
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