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I' ve cut my way through life on camelback, Halting only punctually by the track; Yes, “punctually” indeed, to sleep and feed On what was placed with care on my steed: Sun-dried Thoughts & Language for me; the fruit, For those I met on the opposite route. © Lazhar Bouazzi, Carthage, TUN, July 1, 2016
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Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 10:11 PM UTC
The Traveler
I' ve cut my way through life on camelback, Halting only punctually by the track; Yes, “punctually” indeed, to sleep and feed On what was placed with care on my steed: Sun-dried Thoughts & Language for me; the fruit, For those I met on the opposite route. © Lazhar Bouazzi, Carthage, TUN, July 1, 2016
* "sta, viator, heroem calcas: Stop, traveler, thou treadest on a hero's dust." (Epitaph inscribed by Conde over the grave of his great opponent, Merci.)
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Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 10:11 PM UTC
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