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Mar 2010
please, raise the plea for water
under moons no drop can shine
how could one such tiny fraction
bring about this deadly drought?

rivers flow through course of pipes
sewage is all they'll become
I don't think they should expand
there just ain't no room

hourless, placeless bring no gloom
rather rigid obsolescence
and the river has no room
for any defect

should you find yourself out there
keep the bottle right at bay
you never know
what there is to fill.
BF
Written by
barry foster
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