The river

The river cannot change its path again

Its ancient waters soaked up all the rain

An icy glacier chiselled through hard rock

Leaving Epping Forest on the top.

Now we find the bodies of the dead

Murder victims, kidnapped as they fled

Women cooked the dinner,fed the child

With the wolves and foxes to abide

The husband who was wealthy should have paid.

Though wives are not unique in any way.

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