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Manning River Facets
They were there again, the big boats,
water whipped and wicked,
back and forth, churning my river,
roaring louder as they passed.
Time Trials on the Manning
wreck the peace of balmy Sunday,
rabid impulse in the blood stream,
wild-life hid amongst the reeds.
All day those big craft bellow,
noise emission past controlling,
roaring straight unto the sunset
then the quiet...deafening.
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