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The Mysterious Creek
Glancing towards the mysterious creek
Wondering, pondering, thinking, I seek
What pain has his creek been shown
Inside I think I hear it moan
Then again I stop and think,
What love is stored in its memory with ink?
Deep romantic love storied told,
Whos young future does it hold?
The creek is peaceful, not at all ill,
Pausing, stopping, halting, its still
I await a story to be whispered in my ear
Waiting even longer for a story in fear
I then think to myself this is not at all true
The creek is merely waiting for its cue
Its not yet time for her stories to unfold
Deep within her heart she tightly holds
Sienna Girgenti
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