Photo By *Herb Ritts*
Warning
No
Sun
Today
As
Canyon
Winds
Threaten
To
Blow
My
House
Away.
At
Midnight
In
My
Bed
I hear
It
Raging
Over
Head
Crying
Who,
Who,
Who
Are
You?
Then
With
A
Gusty
Shout,
It
Tells
Me
To
Get
Out,
City
Child,
The
Wild
Desert
Is
Not
For
You,
But
What
Am
I to
Do
But
Grieve
That
It’s
Too
Late
To
Leave?
No
Sun
Today
As
Canyon
Winds
Threaten
To
Blow
My
House
Away.
At
Midnight
In
My
Bed
I hear
It
Raging
Over
Head
Crying
Who,
Who,
Who
Are
You?
Then
With
A
Gusty
Shout,
It
Tells
Me
To
Get
Out,
City
Child,
The
Wild
Desert
Is
Not
For
You,
But
What
Am
I to
Do
But
Grieve
That
It’s
Too
Late
To
Leave?
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