A tip toe paddle.
Took a walk, Looked all around
Saw boats, afloat upon the river
A life spent around rivers it seemed
Born not a hundred yards, from the dry dock
Next twenty years, on one side or the other
Family all dispersed to rivers new
Some play around a Saskatchewan bend
some have a Colorado splash
Others they roam around the isle of dogs
Oh this river of life it flows and flows
Even when it is mirror like on a button moon night
Reflecting all but hate.
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