Even A Small Child Was I Moved
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Even a small child was I moved
And those were roots of verse that took years to grow
But thus grown now
Rivet me to the rocks of Verse
Where sirens dazzle with their voice and
Words
And the Muse smiles.
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