My throat is so parched
I thirst for water
A drop to ease my aching tongue
I taste sweet wine
It is so good
I drink my fill
And then some more
I fall down
I fall asleep
I wake up
My head is so sore
And my thirst is
Worse than before
My throat is so parched
I thirst for water
A drop to ease my aching tongue
I taste sweet wine
It is so good
I drink my fill
And then some more
I fall down
I fall asleep
I wake up
My head is so sore
And my thirst is
Worse than before
Poems and Petals 
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By the great Vonita.
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Amazing.
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You are very kind, thank you 🙂
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😊😊😜
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