Come along with me
To a place I know
Where tumbleweeds
And sagebrush grow
Where lizards and scorpions
Run around all day
At night the Gila monsters
Come out to play
Flash floods unleashing
A dreadful might
Howling sandstorms
In the dead of night
The place...of romance
It's often called
They're lying dear ones
.......I've seen it all
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Imagine....the Creator
An air of great dismay
..A bowed head...'Nevada'..he said
And sadly...........walking away
James B. Earley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nevada/
