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A Robber's Apologia

Dusk has arrived,
Cover for my game;
Vehemence is swifter,
It will be tonight.
Pa goes drinking,
Ma will be asleep;
Siblings are hampered,
The dark woos.
Purpose denies malice,
Earth is not my foe;
She toughened my resolve,
Gave me weapons too.
I must survive,
So too my kin;
We have no fault,
Save to be poor.
samuel munachim
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
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