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The Dust Collector
High amidst the sinking sands
The dust collector sinks his hands
Into the strange, bewildered lands
Where not a single timber stands
The sun is dull; a raven flashes
Eyes as dim as buzzard ashes
Long and lovely are her lashes
Sweet and dim her shadow crashes
poem
by
Tyler Mason
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