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Monday, 28 January 2013

Red dust

I'm on the outskirts-
Red dust never settles
Frenzied dance
That covers everything
War paint
But there's no war here
Only a harsh life-
No swollen egos
Comraderie
And mateship-
Friends til the end
Forgotten land
But this is home
Posted by MRVavala at 4:10 pm
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