I have to follow that river,
Bend after bend.
As far up I can go,
To all its springs and its side quests,
Her trickling little toad kingdoms,
Her moss covered stones.
I have to check for life under every rock,
Kick up every pebble,
Turn over every leaf.
See her in bloom,
And see her in snow,
See her frozen over,
And crawl through her mud.
I need to know what’s there,
And nothing lures me like a river’s bend.
Hole In The Hedgerow 
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