There is a well in Oklahoma
That pumps ink
Photons wrapped around dreams
Pixilates my screen
Through this ubiquitous pipeline
Refined at the source
Refined as a medieval princess
Weaving a tapestry of magical intrigue
Must be quite a rig in Oklahoma
To pump the riches that it does
Black letters that read like liquid gold
Texas tea isn’t always what it seems
Long way
Away
David Trudel © 2012
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