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Sep 2018
Quench the thirst
that’s been long endured.

A dryness that spanned
too many moons.

Forget not the song
of the morning bird.

Now rests from its flight,
and it sings and croons.

Written by
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         patty m, Francie Lynch, Eudora, Jobira, Grace and 39 others
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