Noah's Poesies
It can make you weep, the majestic sweep
From the floor to Mogollon's Rim
From the sun's first rays thru the blistering haze
Til evening and the nightbird's hymn
There's places in the desert that ain't nothing but sand,
and stones and pebbles and such.
The only things sharp are the thorns that prick
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