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Under the bright and sunny sky
of a desert long and wide,
the palate of a throat turns dry,
as along the sands he strides.
Penetrated heat prevails
under sweat soaked skin
and coolness crying out aloud,
“Allow me to come in!”
But, up ahead, some water cool,
flowing like a brook,
drinkable only to a fool
who thinks ahead, not looks.
Our man has passed, but many more
will need, but will not drink
the water flowing like a brook
of which they’ll only think.
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