Through The Winding Streets He Went
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Through the winding streets he went
As a pilgrim head forward bent
As a shadow in white clad
Ghost of nine o'clock of night
Long
The dusk long's been out of sight
And
In the port a Giant Whale
Ejecting on high streams of liquid white
Glaring and glistening in the moon bright.
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