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The diminishing drought drains
knowledge at my finger’s tip;
I once cherished the unpredictable rains,
held out my tongue to catch each drip,
wondered at the taste.
I can feel those flavours slip
past parched roots in streams of waste;
They leach into polluted pools,
rotten reservoirs on tap to haste,
and fill the brains of fools.
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