COME TO THE WATERING HOLE-
Meet me at the watering hole
This is not a bar nor tavern
We shall drink the muddy waters of cool delights
Restart.Bass and bave our souls in a twine
Coveting me the debris , the disease in the sickness and the boils
We lay our vessels on the dirt. We're in the soil. Take me to the watering hole where we can dance, where we can drink the filthy liquid and be enhanced. Take me.
To the watering hole, we shall both go.
And bear witness.
To the juices that feel are hard
8/25/26
RinwWritten words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
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