Joni could drink
a case of you
but her I can out do
a million Methuselahs
would never be enough
I could guzzle you
by the gallon
and never be sated
for parched in the desert
so long I had waited
led astray by mirages
that were only more sand
but now I drink deeply
from a boundless sea
no more bound to land
and finally free
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