Geneva Time

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First a trout, then a leaf, now a breeze

Break the surface, ripples circle out with ease

 

A pond at rest inhales with God to say

Fresh breath of life restore, cleanse my soul this day

 

The trout her pals, they lounge and sun each speckled tail

Little squirrel stops short, apprises me I’m on his trail

 

Standing tall, this nebbish looks me squarely

Chatters a lecture meant for me

 

Listen up says he, cocks his tail to emphasize

I hear him clearly and vow this pond to memorize.

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