- I drink a glass of fresh morning air
- And wish in my heart That I was there
- And quench the thirst that lingers.
- I feel the black and frothy stout
- Inching down my now parched throat
- Right down to my fingers.
- Then ready for another mile
- I walk along in single file
- With silly thoughts and a silly smile
- Jpoet7
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