By: Ardis E. Parshall - March 21, 2017 Desert Scene By Bertha Cragun My neighbor, in uncaring bliss,Will pin her clothes up hit and miss,And wonder why I take the timeTo reach perfection on the line;With pillow cases hung in pairs,And towels symmetrically in stairs;White shirts together in a row,The sizes matching as I go. The answer? I can hardly say,Unless – that I recall the dayI passed a windblown desert home.It looked quite desola...
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