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The slap of the paddle
against the cool hips of the water
cuts through the shadows
of the afternoon sun
and the ache from the blister
that burns in the muscle
groans a blue note
for the pump and the grind
that trots with the current
and gallops in the mind
And I can feel the strong tow
of the deep underflow
pulling at the reins
of the dark horse in motion
so I slap at her haunches
with the whip of my will
cutting the stone cold bone
of the white water foam
just to ride
her wild bucking rapids
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