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They removed the thermostats, And made us pay for every cup of water we used, I was standing in the rain, With a white friend and a Servant. We marveled at the homemade architecture, Hopped the rivulets of grime, And heaved big sighs. I asked him why there were, Water tanks with signs that read, Twenty shillings a litre. He said, They sell water here too. Scottish men protect, Single malt whiskey, Welsh women, The language they speak, My Palestinian friend once told me, Water, Israelis keep.
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Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 1:37 PM UTC
When water tasted as good as my Palestinian friend said it would
They removed the thermostats, And made us pay for every cup of water we used, I was standing in the rain, With a white friend and a Servant. We marveled at the homemade architecture, Hopped the rivulets of grime, And heaved big sighs. I asked him why there were, Water tanks with signs that read, Twenty shillings a litre. He said, They sell water here too. Scottish men protect, Single malt whiskey, Welsh women, The language they speak, My Palestinian friend once told me, Water, Israelis keep.
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Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 1:37 PM UTC
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