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“THE GREATEST LOVE IN THE DESERT IS FOUND WHEN IT RAINS.” a poem, a.k.a.: “The Story of HOW WITHOUT WATER LOVE DIES,” Saturday: Sept. 28, 2019

After ALL MY TRIES to get you to drink

ENOUGH WATER each day, from the bottle or the sink,

Still, you’re dehydrated, and now you’re in bed,

Burning up with fever, with pain in your head,

Moaning and bitching: “I don’t want no water;

I just wanna die.” Now, I’ve got her,

As MY CAPTIVE AUDIENCE and I’ll tell her a story,

Of Love and Castles and Future Glory.

Of course, she doesn’t want to listen, UNTIL I get to the part,

Of HOW TO HAVE TRUE LOVE and be ROMANTICALLY SMART,

Doing something that WORKS to make Love grow,

But MAINLY it’s all about FINDING TRUE LOVE, don’tChaKnow.

SHE’S SO HAPPY NOW, she’s “biting at the bit,”

Kinda “floaty,” as She’sCaressing her lovely tit,

And I say: “It’s WATER that LOVE really needs;

Don’t worry, THERE, with water IT WON’T grow weeds.

So, to sustain LOVE in the 3rd dimension,

Drink at least 8 [glasses] a day, andOhDidImention:

“No cup of soda, or coffee or tea,

Can substitute for water.”

“Oh, NO; don’t say that to me.”

“Yup, you gotta have 8 waters.” “But, that’s SO MUCH;

How can I ever do THAT?” Then, I’ll touch,

HerAndTellHer: “I Love You,” and then,she’ll say:

“OK, for LOVE, I’ll drink 8 friggin’ glasses every day,

Even IF it’s really tough,

I KNOW NOW,

ForLOVE I’ve got to get enough.”

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Published by J Jay Samuel Davis

A West Texas Cowboy, seeking "fishers of (wo)men!"

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