The Pleasure of being alive
The pleasure of being alive
On a good day
Sometimes calls for a celebration
With the elements
Water especially
Which is of course so essential
To an elephant’s life
That he will walk for miles and miles
To find it
Quench his thirst and then why not?
Have himself a party
Only fools like me can see
The water participating wholeheartedly
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You’re currently reading “The Pleasure of being alive,” an entry on Gladius Poeticus
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Gladius Poeticus 
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