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What words come
when waters
whine
and alliteration
composes its self?

Thirst, you dogs.
Enjoy your thirst.

Un-slake-able
tends toward
terrorizing, and
unquenchable
leans
unquestionably.

But time and tide
reigns and rolls
respectively,
so consider
yourself as “having
once already been
warned.”

Collect without
malice the timber
of continence—
it will serve you well—
and gather with
exultation remonstrations
of quality.