The Cone of Dust
The Cone of Dust
By Josh Bauer
By Josh Bauer
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Every afternoon, the Dust Storm rises
Every afternoon, the Dust Storm rises
Prediction is little
Prediction is little
As to where it will hit next
As to where it will hit next
It slowly makes its way
It slowly makes its way
Through the winding narrow hallway
Through the winding narrow hallway
Filling every room
Filling every room
That it passes on its way
That it passes on its way
The storm never settles
The storm never settles
The storm never ends
The storm never ends
The only sign of hope
The only sign of hope
Is a little pinecone tree
Is a little pinecone tree
In a corner of the room
In a corner of the room
It is all that you can see
It is all that you can see
The pinecone tree is short
The pinecone tree is short
Yet is filled with many shades
Yet is filled with many shades
The gust of wind and dust
The gust of wind and dust
Fills the color scheme with grey
Fills the color scheme with grey
The tree is made of cones
The tree is made of cones
The cones are made of dust
The cones are made of dust
Heat’s the only factor that would cause it to combust
Heat’s the only factor that would cause it to combust
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