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I’ve known rivers as well:
The waterways which are the arteries of the Pine Belt.
My spirit lists like these rivers:
I plunged the Okotoma rapids as my adrenaline coursed;
I played ballads by the Singing River as the country couples rubbed belt-buckles;
My feet were set upon a rock beside the ole man Mississippi, while the Fast Eddies
gamboled and the fancy-ladies bathed in the whirlpools.
I’ve known rivers myself:
New world, light-wood, trot-line rivers.
I can survive on rivers.