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Found Poetry 767


we were sunk ships that day
stuck in a villain of a cold river
enough to make the willows shiver
in the middle out of coal
crying a little for sight of shore
being free will come, it must
moving like fresh water to the front
and our heavy bodies out and up

This poem was created from Grimms' Fairy Tales by the Brothers Grimm. Click here to get Grimms' Fairy Tales.

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