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Octobers Charade
We run through the waterfall, our bodies all wet.
We sit on the grass, as the warm sun dries us.
We climb up the mountain, through craggled small trails.
We stop to rest, taking in all of Gods beauty.
As we start again, we munch as we slowly move along.
We stop at a stream, and take a long drink.
There up ahead, a soft bed of grass to lay in.
We sleep for a while, then we are startled.
A loud popping sound shatters the peace.
We jump and we run, barely seeing as we go by
our fathers’ limp body, his majestic rack fallen.
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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