Many rivers to cross,
But I can't seem to find,
My way over.
Wandering, I'm lost,
As I travel along,
the white cliffs of dover.
I've been licked,
Washed up for years,
And it's only the Lord,
That keeps me alive.
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Author:
Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 9th, 2022 22:47
- Comment from author about the poem: This is not actually my poem. For those who do not know, I had took this piece from the first few lines of the song, 'Many Rivers To Cross', by Jimmy Cliff. Persistence is key
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Comments1
Good write Forever. You in Dover?!
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