no fertile farms
or hopping hot spots,
just sagebrush
for miles and miles and miles,
hard sparkling soil
and cactii diamonds
guarded and prickly
from long trial and error
but the water inside
is good to drink
and there's no danger really.
I have bright wild-flowers,
gently chirping birds,
and quiet winds
that are yours for the drive
my friend
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