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The Mississippi

I meet with her each morn.
As she glides beside me
I sense her mood.
Some dawns she fumes in fog,
others she glistens in glee,
yet others she tumbles in turmoil.

Time alters my days
seldom I see her
and then
my path leads to her again.
She greets me with glory,
sunlight dances upon her face.
Joy to my soul
from her ancient waters.

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