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The Water Rises

Updated on July 10, 2014

The water rises and carries me far,

Away, away, away.

Past an island of drinkers at a bar.

Hey, Hello, good-day.

Past a whale blowing mist out of its spout

Splash, splash, splash.

Past a drummer on a boat with percussions,

Clash, clash, clash.

The water rises and carries me over.

Oh-no, yee-haw, hooray!

And I see a plane dropping plants in the ocean

Hmm, oh wow, okay

I swim to the plants and what to I do?

Grab on, tie' em up, and row.

The water stops rising, lowers more and more.

I'm home, I'm home, I'm home.

I traveled so far but stayed near my home.

How is this possible?

I took a bath and made it all up.

Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha.

- © 2012 by Brandon Jared Martin

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