I’m Not Your Village Mate
You know it well,How as little boys we played and revelled,Taking every conceivable shape,Like putty in someone’s hand,Fitting in all crevices whence kindness served us mirth,And in the village soccer team,We enjoyed the game as long as the man of means granted us probation,Otherwise, we would be forced to worship him,And sometimes make a deliberate […]
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