(another rhapsodic and poetic offering from GOF)
Enchanting trickles wayside rill,
Bubbling merrily down the hill.
Joyful gurgling, Spring’s rebirth.
Quenching thirst of Mother Earth.
This place to sit and contemplate.
To be, or deeply meditate.
I linga longa than I orta.
Here flows beer instead of water.
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