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The Ford | ||
| The roiling water in the ford Confronts me as a dream. It's waiting there to be explored. Its bubbles fairly teem. I know that I can get across. I do not need to pause. I'll show my legs just who is boss And face the tiger's jaws. I'm walking barefoot through the stream And suddenly I slip Some things are harder than they seem. It's time to take a dip. | ||
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