I made a little ‘canoe’, when I was a child, to risk exploring the ‘river’ by myself... First I slowly floated downstream to learn to paddle it... And I paddled crossways to test the strength of it... Then I confidently rowed upstream to see the unspoiled beauty of the river... Now my little canoe is well seasoned to drift silently into any hidden area of the river where big noisy boats and ships are unable to tour... Thanks my little canoe ...
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this is my second poem on this site but the first in this section and you are the first to comment.
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rob
You're welcome !!
freetraveller
You're welcome !!
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