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This Day, 28th perhaps
Two white oxen walk past
The big trees shiver
Crusty bread sits warmly in me
And some slight opium haze is
slightly smiling me
(it’s only for hard work with a kapa)
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This Day, 28th perhapsTwo white oxen walk past The big trees shiver Crusty bread sits warmly in me And some slight opium haze is slightly smiling me (it’s only for hard work with a kapa) the red notebook 1998 |
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