Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Childhood Reflections Comments

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The vile hand constantly expressed my wrongs; faults to drown me in despair for long
No one was there to listen to my shuttered world and mournful song,
Playing with fowls in the hen house alleviated, charmed and pleased,
My inner battered thoughts and my being was entranced and with delight seized:
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Nero CaroZiv
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