Lotta Water Poem by keith brown
Lotta Water
Lotta water under the bridge
Lotta smoke as well
But it's just water,just smoke, it
Flows and blows
sometimes fast sometimes slow
Sometimes dark sometimes clear
Happiness?
Sometimes fear!
Lotta water under the bridge
Some dark and deep
Some crystal clear
Some drift away whilst
Some stay near
Lotta water under the bridge
Too be swept away
A different look at an old cliche
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