I know what it's like
                         to be thrown about the whirlpools
                            that swirl about the stones.

                               I know how it feels
                           to be carried off down stream
                          in a direction I don't want to go,
                            and the terror of suddenly
                                                                       f
                                                                           a
                                                                               l
                                                                                   l
                                                                                       i
                                                                                           n
                                                                                               g
                                                                                                     down the waterfall.
 

Note:  The poem featured on this page was originally written and typed by me, David McCoy, and may not be used in any way without my permission.  © Copyright July 5, 1999 by David McCoy, All Rights Reserved.

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