It Thirsts for Your RiotA Poem by Desert Knavea poem about the Grateful Dead
This place is too quiet
Now that you're not around It thirsts for your riot And your glorious sound That the tribe might again Dance upon sacred ground Where there's love all around Jim Lonsdale Poetry 2026
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Added on April 6, 2026 Last Updated on April 6, 2026 AuthorDesert KnavePhoenix, AZAboutI am in my mid-60's, a manic-depressive, seldom impressive, often recessive poet who loves the ocean, rain, the desert, and playing with rhyme. I am a native Arizonan, a Virgo, and a hair metal fan an.. more.. |

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