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May 5, 2026
Never a time goes by that drinking from your fountain isn’t refreshing. For I had thought we’d die of thirst, seeing the water drip, not flow. But a little drip, a little drop, We danced to it—we made it a song, A brief greeting stretched all night long, And I saw a new face of love.
Editor: Kolby Russell
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An engineer from Nigeria who has discovered that ink and pen move more than steel and turbines.
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