Rice
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Allen Steble The Philosophical Poet
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If I had to I'd live off rice
Through famines of the land
Sleeping cold on shards of ice
Much turmoil sought through sand
To get through flares of misery
Seeking comfort through troubles
to live and not just survive
Snatching each passing air bubble
Needless to say it would suffice
To live on simple plain white rice
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