DUST
welcome to the sand box
fine grit on your face in your shirt
on the march from post to the river
march on brothers over the next hill
scarfs over noses and mouths
march on brothers march
stop in the dunes find shelter
drink up you blokes
tip to your sun cracked lips
dust wet dust in your throat
old mustache move lads march
one foot ahead the other
dust fine grit covers
march brothers
till the dust blows
away
away to the river
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