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sabbatical nagging at my brain
nine to five burns up space, cauterizing,numbs...
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In the air a plume of smoke
In each puff a whimsical joke...
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The holocaust in Palestine
And little children just dying...
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The twins of emulation
improvise their slithering stalk...
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We speak in wavelengths
only time can translate...
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Do I really have to tell
where I was three days before April ninth...
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On Independence day everyone
Is from Zimbabwe today and...
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I shun all stain, all mark of mortal dust,
Except the trace that bears the sign of you...
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They barked, “You do not fit, don’t tag along!
Be gone, you beast! Your kind is not our kin...
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Veil lifts in twilight—
gypsys dance reddening in...
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Feel the losers’ pain,
it will soften your own loss...
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Shades of Red
Like the colour of traffic lights...