I see her often – my long time friend.
I know how she looks, each and every bend.
Sometimes she is bubbly and moving with haste
at other times she’s dried up and only a waste.
She never speaks a single word,
at least nothing I’ve ever heard.
Her mouth is so very far away,
that I can’t hear what she has to say.
She seldom gets out of her comfy bed
and when she does some people are dead.
She gives no money for me to thank
even though she’s often in her bank.
When it comes to life she’s a giver.
She’s known as the Missouri River.
Whether she’s flowing rapid or slow
she’s a great lady – the might Mo.
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Newfie Hugs, Rose
Be always safe,
Karen
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.