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A Desert Song
A desert song
One day in Arizona
Trod a girl named Fiona
Her flock she led towards a pool
to find a drink sublime and cool
All day she walked with head held high
Beneath the big blue sky
The ray's of the sun beat
But she did not retreat
On and on she did escort
through the desert hot
And down the creek they went
Never forgetting their intent
But alas they soon befell
What fate would call a spell
For reasons not being plain
They never returned again
Copyright ©
Sandra Rao
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