*******I changed Dirty Water slightly as I didn’t like the flow….no pun intended****
Copyright Gordon Kuhn 2013 All Rights Reserved.
There’s dirty water runnin’ ‘neath the bridge
Comin’ from stained streams up by the wooded ridge
That place what looks down on everyone,
From where the poison waters do run
It’s all dirty water there thet I see
And it keeps my soul from bein’ untied and set free
It smells of blood and sin, urine, and what-all. And then
It takes me, carries me, back to when.
There’s dirty water runnin’ ‘neath the bridge
Comin’ down in frothy streams from a high up wooded ridge
Runnin’ from someplace I once had been
It takes me, carries me, back to when. April 24, 2013
THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN 
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