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LANDAY FOR AUGUST In the Desert The quiet hush trips over grains of sand so slight,But who stole desert’s breath, leaving colder the night? At the South Pole Icebergs groan and crack, where winds usually roam,Who snatched the wild gusts, leaving no foam? On a Sailboat The sails barely billow, the sea’s gentle sigh,Just who Read more
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LANDAYS FOR AUGUST Being half-blind does not help a Cloud Surveyor, as the moisture turns loud. Wipers squeaking as they must and all. I’ve an eye for the ice diamonds ball. My puffy coat of steam keeps me warm While I slog for the Cloud Queen’s ol’ Carn. Trouble is growing in our Sky, The Read more
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