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Woe pt. IV: Catapult
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Extended Poetry Part IV: Catapult
Oh, woe the river flows
That never pulls its weight
And sits there lazy
As useful as a puddle
After a rinsing rain
Sent to darken all the soil
And freshen up the grass
And moves dawnward eyes
Around to see potential
Restless in his chubby heart
The dreamy night drips dark
As life revives through climbing day
So life is still a slow decay
As the roof lazily leaks
I but catch the rain
Between my smiling teeth
That stare up to the sky
To see what flies
