We must build a man, my son
A strong and vibrant one,
With bones enriched with calcium
To bleach white in the sun.
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A tired bouquet
Of wilting grass
Clutched in a tiny
Dimpled hand
...
I crossed the threshold through blackest night
I entered the Portals, golden and bright
And then thrilled to the glorious sight
Of Moslem, Brahmin, Buddhist, Jew
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