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Dry, cracked earth, Bakes in an arid landscape With a scorching sun burning the back of my neck As I toil under this unforgiving sky. What little breeze there is, Spirals the dust and blinds me in the eye The shimmering haze on the horizon, Has long since given up on the blessing of water. Only death awaits us in this hostile desert, Damned heat, Damned tsetse fly, Oh, wait a minute, do they have tsetse flies in this part of Wiltshire?
Posted on: Thu, 24 Jul 2014 13:46:38 +0000

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