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Oct 2014
It drips like water, sometimes gushes like a spring
It rolls down faster, hits it with a ding!
You know what this is, I know you that you know it
Because if you did not then what where would it fit?
It dribbles and drops and falls and goes down faster
Wouldn't this be sexier if read by my pastor?
And oh how you know what I'm talking about
But sadly there is no water where there is a drought.
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