Roof Kind
E
Emmanuel George Cefai
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Roof
Kind
In
Rain
Cruel
In
The
Summer
Boiling
I
Heard
The
Drops
Of
Blood
In
To
The
Night
I
Saw
The
Signs
To
Me
Of
Old
Starlight
I
Read
In to
The
Heavens
Just
As
In
A
Book
And
I
Heard
Voices
Read
To
Me
But
Then
I
Am
A
Poet Seer
Yet
All
of
us
will
be Poet Seers
if
only
we
will
so.
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