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The Dry Monsoon
The Dry Monsoon
David J Walker
All through the town
On abandoned streets
They shed the prairie gown
And danced naked at sundown
Assured that rain defeats
The drouth that choaks and heats
The day beyond belief
Both the Moon and the
Monsoon are made of dust
In God We Trust we pray as
We must
each day then
kneel and greet
The Westward winds
Our hackles raised
in the sleepy eyes
Of another summer sunrise
There is no surprise in
The country we call West Texas
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