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My Mood

By Hal Rappaport



THE WORLD CRUSHES,
THE WATER FALLS,
THROUGH A STREAM IT RUSHES,
NOT A THOUGHT AT ALL.

WHERE DOES IT GO,
WHEN WILL IT END?
WHERE DOES IT FLOW?
TO HELL IT DESCENDS.

WHAT WILL HAPPEN,
WHEN WE REACH WATERS END?
THE LIFE WILL FLATTEN,
A NOTE I WILL SEND.

Blacklight

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