She sprayed from where her tufts parted
Soaking who stared up at the show
And showering many with her gifts
Openly displayed in the daytime no less than
Shared in the evening and the night

But now she suffers no touch
And those who looked on are left
Hot and humid amid swelling hills
Damp despite the distance from the depths they would seek
And that wetness they desire
Is held above their heads
Taunting and teasing
Doing nobody a damned bit of good

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