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The Desert |
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Dawn — an(j the edge of the red-rimmed sun scat-
tering golden flame, As stumbling down to the water hole came the horse that I thought was dead; But never a sign of the other beast nor a trace of a rider's name; Just a rain-washed track and an empty gun — and the old home trail ahead. Henry Herbert Knibbs. |
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