Gilbert Sampson

Rookie [Gilbert Sampson]

A Snowman On Sahara

We were born and bred on sand’s dome
Oh yes we heard that roses are red
Indeed we heard of snow and rain
How joyful it is to play in its globule
As it showers the farms and fields of corn
Beseeching temperature to cool its warmth
Never do we play nor get wet in rain
If we do its sweat in the sun’s scorching name
For you to ever miss your distant lover

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