You say that I turned city tap
into Carbernet Sauvignon
while you were drinking well water
from a dirty faucet.
I assure you that you have this story wrong.
I am not magical,
I am not gifted,
and I am not divine.
The real story is that I got drunk
on a glass of the unfiltered Adam’s ale
that was placed in the fridge
to get cold.
Maybe you’ll say that’s still too different,
that’s missing the grit
that hardens hearts.
Maybe you’re right.
But there’s still a mistake in your metaphor,
in your heavy-handed, heavy-hearted oeuvre (opus? ode?).
I am not a fountain.
I am not the Truth.
I am not justice and I am not love,
and neither are you.
But you, woman at the well,
you once offered me a drink
when you didn’t even know me.
I will forever be trying
to pay that back.
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The Yellow Brick Ave 
All other “realities” aside, a single act of kindness changes everyone, everything for the positive, forever, eh?
Fine work, Joy.
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I truly agree. Thank you, Ron
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flint water
and dear girl daughter
that is fatal
natal aerate and shit in the clouds
drink with care
and say hello and goodbye
to no one sitting there!
oh joy
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Very witty… I dare not say anything to the contrary. 😉
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Thank you!
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ok, so you’re none of those things, but you do seem very clever ❤
-David
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Thanks, David!
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