There are some days
The well seems to run dry
The hose fed from it dangling
Flaccid and empty
But there are others
That see it turgid and full
Pumping out blast after blast
As hands struggle to hold it
Guide it to the place that needs spraying
Make it to enter through an opening door
And make steam where it finds heat
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