Crunchy salty goodness played footsies with his tongue
Relishing in the dulcet bass tones with each bite
It made getting his fingers greasy so worth it
Still he wiped his hands on his pants before grabbing his Coke
Putting slick hands on a wet can could mean instead of drinking it he would be wearing it
Reacting to a year full of memories overwhelmed her
Every insult and hurt brought tears to her eyes
Filling her with a sadness that threatened to overwhelm her
Letting loose a shuddering sob, she focused on the positives
Every hug and laugh filled her to overflowing with a happiness that leaked between the tears
Changing them to wet badges of joy
That lifted her spirit and gave her hope for the new year
She scooped out the contents of her soon-to-be jack-o-lantern
Copious amounts of sticky wet goop went plop as it was deposited into the garbage
Releasing a scent that wasn’t as fowl as she had anticipated as the knife cleaned the sides
After a bit more grunt work, the task was finished
Putting her candle inside, the glow from the eyes and mouth gave the room a ghoulish glow
Emmet said he never used his head, so she was happy to use it for him
Majestic sunlight splashed into puddles beneath the lush green canopy
Everything here was damp or wet from the extreme humidity
Locals here didn’t have a word for dry. There was no need
That’s why when his cousins from Iceland came to visit they would …
Surging emotions hit her mental sea wall
Overflowing into her life
Outside she looks like a wet mess
That is just temporary
Her storms will pass and the emotional sea will calm
Eventually, she will dry off and be herself once more
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Weeping because you’re gone
Every drop a good memory of you before your passing
That’s why these tears will never stop
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Working out makes me so sweaty
Everything I wear gets soaked
That means no one will give me a hug right after as a reward
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Wet drops of salty water raced down her weathered face
Ending in a pitter pater at her feet
Every drop carried a little bit of her anguish
Purging her soul of its pain
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Down the river floated the inflatable raft
Rapids could be heard in the distance
If they paddled hard they could determine their course
Find the optimal entrance into the turbulent times
That’s why it was such a shame that they never got their paddles wet
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Sopping wet shirt dripped onto the sun-dried ground
Working through the pain in her muscles, Lynn pushed harder
Every turn of the pedals carried her farther
Already she had gone farther, faster than she ever had before
This was just the beginning, but now she needed to hydrate
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