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Water king (Irony poem)This is fictional Water i hear Drip, drip, drip I hear the rain I see the lightening Its warm and sunny I go to turn on the tap I find no water coming through No well, no water in the fridge Nobody to go to the shop for me I tremble in thirst i wonder how its like to be dying of it So much pain i wonder how i can imagine so As i prayed for water this time from the burning hot sun God had given us the coolest and most beautiful water we could ever imagine possible Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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