Along the wall out of the sun;
The cactus fence that stands around
Sets broken swords to guard this ground;
I sit and read a book of verse
Knowing I have written worse;
Ants trace patterns in the sand
While clouds drift, drift or stand;
The sun sets red on nearby trees
As mosquitoes' hum now follows bees'.
The cactus fence that stands around
Sets broken swords to guard this ground;
I sit and read a book of verse
Knowing I have written worse;
Ants trace patterns in the sand
While clouds drift, drift or stand;
The sun sets red on nearby trees
As mosquitoes' hum now follows bees'.
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