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             The River that Parts                                               by: Brady Smith     1/9/9898


Like a river that parts time
    as the clouds pass by, we dream.
      The duckling will search for a soothing stream,
                and will fly above all the raging rapids that come in its way.
      For even the hardest rock eventally erodes to become sand over time.

       Out stretched arms will embrace the Sun, as light dawns upon the soul.
              For every thing we feel, hear, and see means so much more to us.

It becomes a part of us and our life.
                The rains of yesterday were yesterday's and,
We enjoy the sunny days we still have, for we can hear the new waters that flow.