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“fonelady” by Smith & Lady<\/p><\/div>\n
at sleepy hollow lake<\/strong><\/p>\n i learned to swim on cold mornings i would not go myself<\/p>\n i was a boy facing fear when it seemed I might drown ******<\/p>\n i opened the door this morning, no one to throw me outside<\/p>\n this time, i went willingly<\/p>\n ~ markk<\/p>\n . . .<\/p>\n Amazon tributary<\/strong><\/p>\n The small girl lay on the river bank His eyes, looking this way and that, The small girl stroked his body. First her left shoulder, then her right When she turned to kiss him she found ~ Geraldine Green<\/p>\n . . .<\/p>\n
\nat sleepy hollow lake
\nin that huge pool<\/p>\n
\nin summer, they threw
\nme in<\/p>\n
\nlike a fat black snake<\/p>\n
\nthey shoved a bamboo pole
\nin the water for me to grab,
\nto reel me in like a slippery carp<\/p>\n
\n& the wind
\ngreeted me like freezing
\nwater<\/p>\n
\nalongside the large fish.
\nHis long whiskers touched the tips
\nof her hair.<\/p>\n
\nheld amazement –
\nto find her there after so many years.<\/p>\n
\nHer palms and limbs slowly became
\narmoured in scales.<\/p>\n
\nuntil her body was wholly silver
\nhis stiff whiskers caught in her hair.<\/p>\n
\nhe had slipped back
\ninto his river.<\/p>\n