My Village
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Miles away my village
through rocky thorny way, yet
I love going there!
Across the farm greens,
caressing thin coarse leaves
I love going there!
Wading through the slimy mud,
slashing in shallow river beds
I love going there!
Chasing butterflies,
taunted by honeybees
I love going there!
Warbling pastorals,
chartered on a bullock-cart
I love going there!
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