today the well seems to be dry
nothing more coming up now
the old bucket looks so empty
can't even hear Timmy yell
only a breeze rustling grass
a few loud birds chirping too
no calls for help echoing up
not even that yapping Lassie
guess I will go back home
without tapping the well
open my dear fridge instead
and drink a nice cold beer
never liked that old well anyway...
I sit here smirking, enjoying the references as much as I enjoy the legitimacy of the thoughts. So many ideas come to mind. I like that they do...
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