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the desert lies in wait
the anvil of the sun
it's creatures know their fate
'fore the summer has begun
the heat will either ****
as surely as a gun
or folk bend to its will
the weather's cruelty to shun
the parched and dusty soil
waits for the summer rains
these will quench or spoil
flooding down arroyo drains
water weeps - the El Nino
great winds rip the plains
like an eagle's cry they echo
destroy in their refrains
the weather makes or breaks you
whether fire or killing frost
the farmer is the one who
pays the greatest cost
every year the price is dear
so much to be lost
temperatures to soar
the earth is torn or tossed
but the people of Sonora
already have begun
to feel It's powerful aura
the anvil of the sun
soulsurvivor
(c) 5/19/2015
every year hikers pass out
from the heat, and die in the desert
be warned - the sun is as Vulcan
not the character on Star Trek
tho he has pointy ears
HE CAN BE A DEVIL
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