The sandpits

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The dancing sands move to the wind

It disperses to all directions when vehicles drive through the dancing desert

But their are times of gloom when the sand can't dance

When it rains it looks as if the sand is just too sand to dance

But it only lasts but awhile as the sand dries with time

Like how the sadness fades away with time when becoming cheerful again

And it begins to dance once again until it stops again to rest

but no one know when that will be

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