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<blockquote data-quote="PipedJimmy" data-source="post: 74001" data-attributes="member: 579"><p>Sorry guys another one, lol going through a bit of a bad time at the moment, writing is quite cathartic</p><p></p><p>When the river of life bends your way and nourishes the roots on your bank</p><p>Leave off the wheat sheef and sickle and remember the water to thank</p><p>For we channel it, when crafting, when labouring night and day</p><p>Some of us we work in dreams, when rules are far away</p><p></p><p>I thank the water daily, it nourishes my life, I cannot live without it, I daren't draw from what is dry,</p><p>I merely let it flow from hand to hand, from pit to pit whilst being nourished through my eye</p><p></p><p>Let it flow ever on in me for I cannot stand to dwell, that which would become of me were I to live without a well</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="PipedJimmy, post: 74001, member: 579"] Sorry guys another one, lol going through a bit of a bad time at the moment, writing is quite cathartic When the river of life bends your way and nourishes the roots on your bank Leave off the wheat sheef and sickle and remember the water to thank For we channel it, when crafting, when labouring night and day Some of us we work in dreams, when rules are far away I thank the water daily, it nourishes my life, I cannot live without it, I daren't draw from what is dry, I merely let it flow from hand to hand, from pit to pit whilst being nourished through my eye Let it flow ever on in me for I cannot stand to dwell, that which would become of me were I to live without a well [/QUOTE]
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