Ice Tea

February 1, 2009
By camille johnson BRONZE, Fairfield, California
camille johnson BRONZE, Fairfield, California
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A swift storm moves through the desert
The sand blows in my face
Temperarily i am blind
If only i could find
The next town
Acid rain falls upon the snow
The snow melts away
My hair becomes wet
The dirt is wiped away from my face
And now i am just standing here
In some ways i fear
The rise of the sun
For everyone will see
My new old shoes that smell like ice tea


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