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It will never dry up that well
even with the sun shining fell
Ever when the water runs low
there is some subterranean flow
drip-feeding the reservoir of water
keeping the level above care and bother

So I don't worry myself senseless
even when I write words rhyme less
Because I remember that down below
the verses linger, waiting to grow
forming beautiful themes all fresh,
painting with words rippling like flesh.  

But for the moment I am dry
however hard I try
no wonderful words come tumbling
out of my hands now fumbling
searching for combinations unspoken
but finding all verses are broken.
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