Strange Writing
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The Flood

I squint my eyes at

the water beneath

swirling below me

I thought its rise was

slow, like molasses

like every one does

I thought there were laws

of nature because

no one could have dreamed

that the river could

continue rising

like a sneaky fiend

up over the bridge

while we all screamed

it exposed our flaws

with thunderous applause

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