Sunday, September 3, 2006
Matchstick Comments
Rating: ★5.0
I was in a remote jungle and this shrewd Lumberjack
Who brought me to this matchwood factory?
These heartless machines break us into splinters.
I was happy when they put a black paste on my head and I thought it's a crown.
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Sandra Fowler
03 September 2006
What a wondeful story. But sad in its own way too. This is vintage nimal dunuhinga. Exceptional write, my friend. Warm regards, Sandra
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1/15/2026 11:14:46 PM # 1.0.0
I can only suggest that this is a Labour Day poem, even if you do not live in the States. This is just brilliant Nimal a very power statement made very powerfully.