Thursday, December 20, 2007

Greeter Of All Adventurers Comments

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When I walked in desert sands and crossed mounds of dust,
I coughed and nearly choked on scorching heat to shame
My eyes found no rest from the beam of the sunlight,
My lips were of no poetry, and hungered for, the least, tears
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Annie Cordelia Adams
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