Waiting for the cockroaches,
Fly, fly, fly, they perch ready to fly.
In fives and tens they pour into the house,
Wing raised, abdomen extended,
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Filthy children running the hood naked,
Defecate at wish
And the result, roaches and sickness,
For when one finger fell into a pot of oil,
It affects other fingers.
Rachel Ann Butler
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Filthy children running the hood naked, Defecate at wish And the result, roaches and sickness, For when one finger fell into a pot of oil, It affects other fingers. Rachel Ann Butler