It bore the acrimonious tyranny of scorching sun round the year; leaving bold footprints in the dust it tread,
Traversed incessantly through blistering soil; with sandy winds blowing across its eyes,
Ambled languidly in the brilliant day; increasing its pace a trifle at the onset of night,
Intermittently munched parrot green tentacles of rustic cactus; immensely relished the dry meal of leaf and thorn,
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