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Scarce cloud on the upsky, Scarce mind in the uphouse No rain for the toad at chair, More pain for the pauper’s child – It’s winter.
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Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 10:54 AM UTC
POETS DON’T POLITIK, MAYBE I’M SICK - PROPHETS DON’T PROFITEER, BUT I’M PAST THAT PEACE
Scarce cloud on the upsky, Scarce mind in the uphouse No rain for the toad at chair, More pain for the pauper’s child – It’s winter.
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20/M/Harare, Zimbabwe
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 10:54 AM UTC
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