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May 2014
My breast is a desert
with a lonely traveler
stranded in search of water.

He knows where the well is,
but is tired of the taste of it.

I guess he’s not really stranded.
Written by
Chad Chumley  Cedar Rapids, Iowa
(Cedar Rapids, Iowa)   
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