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Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Jordan: where desert dogs roam

This rocky barren land
With nothing for miles
No water or grass or trees
The sheep must settle for the few small shrubs.

Who chose this land, this foreign planet?
All those years ago
What fills the souls of the people
When nothing
Is pleasing
Or startling?

On the radio
A man sings of his endless wandering
Always searching for love
Nothing changes
While the sheepdogs guard

The desert dogs roam


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