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Annie McLaughlin Sep 2015
He carries his earnings
Slung over his shoulder
In a bag of blackened coal

At night if you listen
He quite often talks
To a woman he used to know

"Kapi Kapi
Come back to me
Kapi Kapi
Come take me home
Kapi Kapi
Don't you neglect
To bury me in a bag
Of blackened coal"

— The End —