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Sea Of Mud

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When April heavens open

And rivers turn to flood

Towpaths on canalside

Become a sea of mud

Bootprints filled with water

Where others have passed by

Rippled by the raindrops

Reflecting leaden sky

But when the summer comes again

What beauty there will be

Consigning all these quagmires

To distant memory.

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