The water pipeA Poem by Rubein GeterminahMany of us are only remembered when we are able to do what ask of us by our requesters.
The torrential rain has fell
So well The pipe is busy, water runs Through with force; kids & toads having fun But when no down Pour, it lays dry; oblivion in this town. © 2017 Rubein GeterminahAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on May 13, 2017 Last Updated on May 13, 2017 Tags: Obliviousness, Neglect, Unimportance Author
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