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The DESERT Is
A. M. A. Z. I. N. G. L. Y
FULL
this early Morn of Sticking
White GLISTENING
Bright White
GLEEMING
SNOW
Am I DREAMING
Of my Minnesota
upBRINGING
With SNOW
everyWHERE
of tenFEET
Deeper than Winter
D
E
E
P
But yes the SNOW
is covering the Sandy
DESERT
LANDSCAPE
And the WINTER WonderLAND
of my Minnesota
has greeted
the DESERT
with No
ESCAPE
So soon the SUN
Will Rise
up shine
and
C. O. M. E
And we shall see
if the SUN
beams bright
with Melting
W. a. r. m
AUTHORITY
And the SNOW GLOW
disappears
COMPLETELY
But this DESERT
early
Morn
s. n. o. w. y
out of the ORDINARY
February
DAY
In the HEARTS
and MINDS
of these DESERT
FOLKS with
Chillingly and Bright Snow Glistening
WHITE with Cool Refreshing Delight
F. O. R. E. V. E. R
W. I. L. L
S
T
A
Y
Especially
when the
DESERT NORM
and Hot Scorching
SUMMERS
DAYS
Gets up to about
115--Degrees
h. o. t. t. e. r
THAN--Sizzling
HOT
in every
Suffrocating
extreme Heated
WAYs
By JOHN D JUNGERS
21st
of
F. E. B. R. U. A. R. Y
2
0
1
9
A. M. A. Z. I. N. G. L. Y
FULL
this early Morn of Sticking
White GLISTENING
Bright White
GLEEMING
SNOW
Am I DREAMING
Of my Minnesota
upBRINGING
With SNOW
everyWHERE
of tenFEET
Deeper than Winter
D
E
E
P
But yes the SNOW
is covering the Sandy
DESERT
LANDSCAPE
And the WINTER WonderLAND
of my Minnesota
has greeted
the DESERT
with No
ESCAPE
So soon the SUN
Will Rise
up shine
and
C. O. M. E
And we shall see
if the SUN
beams bright
with Melting
W. a. r. m
AUTHORITY
And the SNOW GLOW
disappears
COMPLETELY
But this DESERT
early
Morn
s. n. o. w. y
out of the ORDINARY
February
DAY
In the HEARTS
and MINDS
of these DESERT
FOLKS with
Chillingly and Bright Snow Glistening
WHITE with Cool Refreshing Delight
F. O. R. E. V. E. R
W. I. L. L
S
T
A
Y
Especially
when the
DESERT NORM
and Hot Scorching
SUMMERS
DAYS
Gets up to about
115--Degrees
h. o. t. t. e. r
THAN--Sizzling
HOT
in every
Suffrocating
extreme Heated
WAYs
By JOHN D JUNGERS
21st
of
F. E. B. R. U. A. R. Y
2
0
1
9
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The DESERT is FULL of sticking WHITE SNOW
The DESERT is FULL of sticking WHITE SNOW