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The Blessed Camel!
How vast is the desert of Thar ?
The ship of desert , the Camel
Moves calmly by
With no water in sight , while
The weary traveler feels dizzy ;
Aghast with drying mouth !
The blessed camel proceeds fast
With self quenching hump
That hydrates its tongue
On the blazing sands ,
Man is in tight hands !
The wise camel , in slow , rhythmic breath ,
And scant oozing of sweat , conserves its
Store of body wet and ,
Minimizes waste , as
The panting traveler , fumes out fog
With thirsty throat , parched tongue , and foaming mouth
Loses weight and valor ,
And gives way to ghastly pallor's bait !
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