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May 2016
Sunset over dark waters
the dings of metal quarters
sounds of splash and the whip
of water touching upon a lip.
Water was everywhere
from here, to over there,
for drinking, swimming and fun
or even to aid the burning sun.
However not all get the privilege
of water nor proper sewerage
so weep not for fun lost
but weep for the cost
for some, fun was never had.
Written by
Regina Ramble
   Ash Rose
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