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What they feared seemed to be nigh
Thirst would be the end Stricken rock, bringeth forth water Not a moment too soon To drink to their fill Rocks compliant to the charge Another day, in another place Alas, what would they do Hungry crowd Meagre sustenance Sit, get ready to receive Appreciation for the provisions made Filled bellies Not a moment too soon Years prior, a similar occurrence Request for a varied diet acknowledged Flesh as dust rained down Not a moment too soon Sea bank loses Hearts failing Gave way to pathways not seen before Not a moment too soon Late appearances, far from it Timely doings, a speciality Comments are closed.
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