inspecting a water gun
led to this conclusion:
it shot cold blank stares;
a refreshing experience,
enough to forget sultry summer.
People weren't hurt when under fire,
at least not from a distance!
Soaked to the soul,
they would radiate like joy;
Anxiety eventually evaporated
into scotch mist
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PoetryYou'll see soon enough. Please note that..if something is dedicated to you..it does not necessarily mean that the piece is about you..... "The true identity of happiness is pain." "Tragic is my kind of magic."
