A sandy mass of land is what it is to most people see,
But the king of queens is what she is to me.
Cloudless, sunny skies throughout the year.
And yet I am consumed with fear.
She stretches across for many a mile.
The breadth of her personality, her cheery smile.
Things that other do not often see.
That within her lies inner beauty.
And when it rains she springs to life.
Desert animals are free from strife.
A few days where everything is in bloom.
With new vitality she seeks a groom.
A few days longer, then she’s back to her doom.
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