Where I was
It was like the agama lizard
Lying in state
Tailor ants swarmed about me.
I was in a palace
Where griots sang song
And won crumbs.
Abound in nectar and roses
I was in a blossoming garden
Where the fluffy flight
Of moths and butterflies
Knew no other direction.
Then I had a sore
Which the flies much visited
Now I am healed
I have a scar
The sore is no more
So the flies are gone!
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