Hither dither,
The girl by the river,
Let her hair, hang down

And there it rested
Till the river crested
Combed in the waters flow

And pulled it down stream
to places unseen
To worlds of wonder,
To places with Thunder
Of love and rhyme
And no thoughts of time

Her life,
renewed as the story goes
Though did curl her toes
tucked neatly below her thighs

And up, she looked, with wandering eyes

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