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Mar 20
The purple curtain closed when he bowed his head to the crowd
And the last tear coursed lazily upon his cheek
His sorrows were - as the applause of the crowd - loud
And so was the blood that from his heart was soon to leak
Written by
Emmanuel S Aporu  Kenya
(Kenya)   
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