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The Dry Monsoon

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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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