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Apr 2021
It happened, he died
I saw him lie in state
leaving his house, many people
joined and whispered

It had not been sorted out yet
but his defense was so slight
it didn't even make the newspaper

The bearers said he was guilty
boys threw paint on his terrace
the bells were ringing, a dog started
barking as hard as he could
Collection “I am”
Zywa
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Zywa
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