So much depends
upon
A big concrete
wall
pushing water
through
To provide
power
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Riddle Poem
Cold like the frigid arctic seas,
Refreshing with a parched mouth,
Get rid of me fast and I strike back,
Take me slow and im your best friend,
Refreshing with a parched mouth,
Get rid of me fast and I strike back,
Take me slow and im your best friend,
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