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THE DESERT DWELLERS
Made in the desert,
Of the desert,
For the desert.
The Lure of the Desert Land
Have you slept in a tent alone—a tent
Out under the desert sky—
Where a thousand thousand desert miles
All silent round you lie?—
The dust of the aeons of ages dead,
And the peoples that trampled by?
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-Madge Morris Wagner
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