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Whistling 03/03/25

  • Writer: charlie stu
    charlie stu
  • Mar 3
  • 1 min read

Rivers


I never thought pigs could swim,

yet there in midstream they wallow,

all lights, sirens, and outrage,

arresting the tides.

 
 
 

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