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A Bottle Of Wolf’s Poison

At dusk little Martha walks
pass the back of the old house
that is build of heaped blue Jacob stone

and her older sister who has to watch her
is a distance away in the orchard
where she is catching small gnats
with shouts of joy.

The sun glows orange red

on the horizon and the rays hits
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Kanniappan Kanniappan 04 November 2013

stomach wash is given with lot of milk to drink. Nice poem.

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