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Desert Daze - Selected Poems by Eric Linden
Four peanuts left, and all I see is sand in each direction. Overhead, the sun, no wispy cloud or mist. It’s all unplanned. The heat’s intense; I wish I had a gun. To any god who’s watching, I shall bow in each direction; overhead, the sun. There’s scarcely any sweat… Continue reading