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Mar 2021
My desert is no longer dry. it's full of life. A lush forests rises up, as his water touches the sand, Thirst find it's glass Of the everlasting life Filling the glass Twice before The empty Find's it's bottom. Then thirst becomes dead before it can reach it's end!
Written by
Joe Quaale  49/M/Wash.
(49/M/Wash.)   
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