The worms are tapping out. The grass
Has taken all it can, but rain
Perseveres. Down the asphalt main
The cars sail onwards. No one has
Observed the like before, they say.
They have. But that was yesterday,
And rain evaporates. Our dreams
Will not hold water. When we dove,
We suffocated, and we throve
Beached. We are landlocked, and, it seems,
We get along quite swimmingly
Once, quite deserted, all at sea.
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