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54 Lives in My Head No doubt! I know! All know And proud That great lives bustle in my head Which to see one needs a head And two eyes to read These lines from a reed Dropped to jot a point That miseries anoint And grace the thin skin of earth Whose plight is blessed without mirth In my head, in my world one dream Shall come and shall flow like a stream Bathe the banks clean from mud Ready the ground for buds; Flower buds that’ll tell stories Ours will be with no worries Just no worries from gangsters Who deprive us of lobsters, Delicacies for those mouths Who entwine lies so uncouth And make Paris the jewel In whom all would fare just well. 19/07/10 ...

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