A Psalm.
The refreshing waters of dewy mountains
Sweet springs of life attached
How I lament the absence of thy presence
In this land so far away.
I had taken for granted the fresh flowing joy poured out from kitchen faucets
And now taste the bitter tinge of Jersey flow from glass or bottle alike.
Oh! For a Brita to return it's taste, and make sweet the earth's milk.
But alas, for the cost of such a deity would be too much from mine own assets.
A memory, sweet memory, is what flows on distant shores
And is held in the hearts - and belly's - of so many.
Selah.
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