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Show 3oUtyd ynxmud the dUftjitt'l Grandeur ;' !; ' GRANDEUR . . . how inadequate !; j! .It doesn't half portray j; ;! The beauty nor the vastness ;! ; Of where the gold gods stay, j! j; - Call it Waste-land, call it No-man's '!; j Call it anything you may ... j; ; But I love it, and I claim it ;! !; , In a vicious, selfish way. !; ; It it's desert, there's a skyline j; ;l With the distance etched in blue ;! ',' Charming, threatening, fascinating ... With a thrill that's ever new. !; ' Adventure's door is open ; ;! With a warning always true, ; - If you're careless, you'll be bleaching ;! I; ', With your bones the only clue. !; I If it's canyons. . . timber-clad lands ;! I Where the streams and forest croon j! !; Where land marks aren't followed !; ; And the sun is lost 'til noon !; ;! , 'Twill spin a web around you ... ! ;j ' Change your life in its cocoon, ;! !; It will take you, keep you, stake you j j; 'Till from worry you're immune. . !; ; ' (Copyright 1948, by Cliff McCurdy) ;! |