Under this fig tree See, I sit dumfounded. Offensive odours Come to me From all around. I have lost My good name And fame. Bugs suck my blood. From all around Offensive odours Come to me. My own earth Kicks me out.
To see the problems of life around you. Nice work.
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9/20/2024 7:30:22 PM # 1.0.0.1119
To see the problems of life around you. Nice work.