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Rains may fall and slowly lave away
The very stones and a long drought allay
As they the creeks and rivers cause to swell;
The churning waters’ warning most heed well,
But some will think to brave the sudden streams
That rise in ways that linger in bad dreams
For years and decades after they have passed.
However brief the time that has elapsed
Since last one did and was swept downstream dead,
Someone or other will take into head
The thought that rain-swelled streams can be well crossed
And find themselves by land-bound tempest tossed,
A sacrifice to Stupid God thus lost
In terminal baptism.