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| Sprinklers have a job to do, Soaking flowers through and through. In the parching summer heat Water keeps them on their feet. No more wilting, they can rise, Full of smiles to kiss the skies. Soaking keeps them all alive, In a place where they can thrive. In the absence of the rain They were feeling stress and strain. Now they're dripping with delight, Felling peppy, clean, and bright. | ||
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