wan pome

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Watter

In MINE watter bowl
You are cleen and fresh
And cooling mine tongue

In tha bath fram mam's hands
You are brutal pounding mine hed
Crashing on MINE body

On tha street
You are cold and damp
Moistening mine pads in a tarrible weigh

O watter
You magnificent, tarrible beest
Thank you forn keeping us hydrated.

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