The Bat Ii
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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The Lover Bat
it eats the time
it eats its pain
it eats its suffering
the lover bat
it has a bat
it loves
though
winter comes
it does not
in the least
fan low that lover-flame
that summer lit
and autumn fanned
and winter made more lit:
no, no lover bat
you
couple
the flames high, still high,
do blow, do grow.
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