A Child, A Child Running,
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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A child, a child running,
a child carrying a book,
a child carrying a book of
verses
whither you run my child?
whither you hide my child?
The spies are every where.
Yet
you still run and run
clutching always to you,
your heart,
the verses.
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