Hidden Spring
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James McLain
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It is not deep a few feet from the path.
It is fresh clear, hidden from some to view.
It washes the days sweat inside away.
From the bottom runs up it's most hurried.
Friends is many soft bubbles so is always.
It never seems fast enough to see them form.
Through so caught up into the bottoms laughter.
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