Dry Poem by Michelle Hanes
Dry
Drip, drip goes the bucket
But again it's empty inside
How can we survive if the well is dry?
Push, fall goes the bucket
Why isn't it bringing up water?
How can we live with no drinks?
Splash, cheer, the bucket hit water
Which means we will have some to drink
Maybe we can survive...
Drip, drip goes the bucket
But again it is empty inside
Maybe it has something to do with the hole?
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