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A mountain in the desert |
| Building new casinos is a Las Vegas thing, Out where the desert meets the mountains. Under skies of neon stars, Nevada’s trails and Boundary Peak Daunt even the toughest climber. A 10,000 foot rugged slog Rising from the valley’s rocky floor. You can see everywhere from up there. Park MGM beckons with lights and flash, Easy come and easy go; cash flows. Air beautiful and sweet; piped in, Keen cuts the wind on Boundary Peak. Never have I needed the crowds, Easing down the gilded pavement; Vegas’ teeming mobs chasing money, An illusion that troubles my mind, Destroyed by climbing Boundary Peak. Another old casino closes its doors. |