So this is another poem. Probably my most recent one I wrote it 2/23/12
It dips to drip a burden
Passes off this loft drop
To give to but another
Down sets next with
Tempered hands
Now closer to the ground
For roots they scream,
they yelp, they cry
Water they want sent down
For once sent down
They'd surely drown
And happiness they find
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