pond

pond serene,

trees of green,

eden,

on a summer day.

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elvis

elvis spotted,

but don't look too hard,

the party just beginning,

oh when will it end.

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bluffs

bluffs by the river,

hiding the sun,

or maybe the river,

lost in hills of sand.

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a marriage

an angry wife,

a guilty husband,

the truth not known,

but look at him run.

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water falls

water falls,

surreal,

but close the eyes,

and listen to the sound,

magical.

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the view

looking inside,

ugly the view seen,

snakes,

and worms,

and other scary things.

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River Run

almost out of its bank,

the river runs,

on the prairie plains,

where water quite dear.

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