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Thirst

Erudition arrived late

To the party.

The chairs had been arranged

Facing east to catch the sun as it spun

Over a worried world.

Nobody knew who to blame

For their paucity

Of knowing

And kept going

To the well of hope

Until thirst

Was never quenched.






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