The old man woke up early
becoming dark and surly
then crashed at the crumbling bank
belligerent and burly
depositing a bevy
of trinkets for his levy
and leaving things extremely dank
the humid air so heavy
that stanchions grew unsteady
and nobody was ready
when interrupted current sank
beneath a swirling eddy.
Are You Reading Me?
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