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When as a lad of only five,
a small stream stood 'tween house and road.
A rainstorm hit our valley home,
it soon suffered from overload.
On the other side of the creek,
was where we parked our old, old car.
The water rose upon our porch
and none of us could swim that far.
We watched and waited for the rain
to end and finally it did.
We all breathed a sigh of relief,
for I was really one scared kid.
Dad learned his lesson, sold that farm
and bought a farm near the next town.
There we felt more calm and peaceful.
Leaving my first home left me dowm.
Feb-2023
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