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Show NEW OMAR LIFTS HIS VOICE Arizona Poet, However, Strikes Different Differ-ent Note From That Struck by the Great Persian. Oniar ivhayyam said that he could dine on a lolif of bread and u jug of wine; with Her beside him nnd feel content in the wilderness but he only meant that he liked the desert des-ert and his old tin Lizzie, and the crooked roads that make you di.zie, that start any place and lead nowhere, and just keep going nnd never care. He liked the mosquito and (he greasewood smell and the long hot days that feel like h 1 ; the red sunsets sun-sets and the cool moonlight and I he soft, sweet air of the desert night for Omar Khayyam was a wonderful man, who lived his life on an easy plan, with his girls and his wine and a big silk tent My, oh, my! What a life lie spent. The desert is here like il always was but you can't Khayyam any more, been. In these dry days when even home brew Is on the list of the things taboo, old Omar Khayyam and his jug of Juice would soon get locked In the calaboose. Salome (Ariz.) Sun. |