Our lives are like a bottomless well

From which I yield buckets of


I would never utter an unkind word

For fear of poisoning the source

My only hope is that I give

As much in return

Or at least not run it dry

For if I did

I would humbly say


that woman

Image source – Hamilton Springs Texas

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