Wednesday, January 22, 1997


The hot sands thrive in the heat of day,
and melt away at the first voice of night.
The sun burns all through the lighted hours,
like a burning ball hanging from string so tight.

The creatures of this terrible wasteland
are forced to burrow deep into the soil
to keep from being overly exhausted,
for they hide all day long in work and toil.

The large cactus plants store water for many,
yet they too need the magical fluid to survive
in their kingdom of few. Few men dare to enter,
for only brave and courageous people shall thrive.

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