Torvaldr Torgarson's Poetry


 Riddle 2
AS XXXVII
12/03/02

Quack it says not quiet,
quick to flap and beat the
air. Then waddle ever
awkward while it walks.
Tears of clouds will cascade
catching naught, but rolling.
Till it swims to seek the
swiftly flowing rivers.



 





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