Pistols That Fly
E
Emmanuel George Cefai
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Pistols
That
Fly
And
Somersault
On
Their
Heads
The
Lands
Are
Parched
And
Here
Dwells
The
Reign
Of
The
Xerophytes
Here
Came
Last
Night
And
Nights
Before
The
Witches
In
Their
Haze
And
Purple
Guise
And
Wind-fluttering
Veils
Here
Here
Here
My Monsignor
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