A Wayfarer Seeks His Ancestors In A Tombless Graveyard
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Poverty ornamental brewing soul walks in the Pepper tree lane
And a far away tall chimney carries off smoke to the wistful sky
Like his wistful thinking.
Hardly he got into an omnipotent bus that goes to an unreal destiny.
I would like this to be windswept, if I know the whereabouts of the songbird Susie.Gharib?
*[ They have pierced my hands and my feet, they have counted all my bones.]
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