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The arch of her back Holds her high above water The grace of her curve Leads the way from bank to bank. Not for her the heavy wheels, The bustle of business and trade. Hers are the sounds of footsteps And the voices of those who Walk together. Fat and squat the other bridge Its thick legs lodged in the riverbed. Loud, assertive, with The noise of traffic and transport Drowning the human voice.
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