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Thursday, January 21, 2021
Unwavering Rustic Song Of Heraclitus
Concurrently caught
In the babbling
Brook, the rippling yet
Still clear reflection
Of that brooding
Face swaying this
Way and that,
And the clinging,
Beckoning music
Of reeds firmly
Stuck in muck.
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