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THE WISHING WELL
Standing center in the Village
is the bold stone wishing well.
With it's shaker shingled roof.
The posts of painted oaken bow.
Villagers drop their wooden buckets
to draw one of the staffs of life.
While frequenting the well, pitching
in coins to hear the echoing sound.
Others hurry to lower wooden buckets
with precision oh so routine.
Patiently they wait in line there,
for the chance to be in the array.
Michaela Warren 2011
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