On the day I was wending my way down south,
barely before crossing the border,
I was warned, when there, 'Don't drink the water,'
so as to keep body and soul in order.
But what about all those crops they grow,
are they hydrated, by any chance,
(and exported to the United States)
with bottled Evian from the Alps in France?
She offered me a glass of water from the tap.
Delighted by the fact I happily accepted.
This wasn't like anything I've ever tasted.
I've never had Evian but I'd bottle it the same.
This particular taste wasn't accompanied by anything sour.
A strange taste that makes your face scrunch.
Before I knew it I drunk the glass whole.
Fiji water is an acquired taste.
But all in all I still enjoyed it.
I asked for another glass, feeling each ripple swish around my mouth.
All water doesn't taste the same and this by far.
The best water I ever tasted.
Ice included.
Fogging the outside of the glass.
Fingerprints forever stained.
If I was a fish I'd be in heaven.
The correctness of solely something to become apart of.
The importance that signifies how great this is.
The human tongue is an amazing thing.
Enjoying the spring water that flows directly from the well of your heart
Water bottles everywhere
‘Cause that’s what people drink:
Aquafina, Poland Spring
And more each time you blink.
Evian and Fuji,
Pellegrino and Propel,
Perrier, Dasani, Volvic –
More than stores can sell.
Water bottles everywhere
But this is what I think:
New York City water tastes
The best, straight from the sink!
I open it carefully
In it I find:
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p o
s m
C t p
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l c c
l k t
p
h hair brush
o
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l
l
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Keys t
Coins hair spray
A
d
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s
s
book
And the reason it is so heavy:
Two
Bottles
Of
Spring
Water......Evian, of course
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