Thursday, February 28, 2008

Ode to Water

So fresh, so clean.
The source of life –
You cannot know what I mean
Until you are overcome with the strife

Of dehydration
And crave that liquid refresher,
That luscious libation.
It makes me smile like the cat of Cheshire

Unmatched is its versatility;
Drink it cold, drink it warm.
With a straw you have more ability
To imbibe its fluid form.

The most prized of all possession;
Without it, what would I do?
Fall into a great depression,
Oh, that day I would rue.

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