III.
I drink water from the stream above the road,
Get it in my special cup
That is white and blue with flowers on the side.
Eric made the dent in the bottom but I can't complain,
He washed it out in the lake for me when I was too tired.
It was night and the moon was next to Mars.
I think of the sky when I use my cup.
Beautiful poetry and picture!
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