Sas Debray Biography

When booing sounds of planes did cease from ears
Again my foot confirmed its stance on grounds
My mind confused the date of day or year
A night I left behind for day to sound
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Away from world holding our hand
We trod the paths unknown,
Though we knew, when we receded
Would find the paths out-grown
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A child is born,
He is squeezed in to a school,
His bald teacher had a cane,
Before it used to tame a bull.
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Like the fading memory of a pending debt,
In a small un-lightened corner of my heart,
Preserved, curled up like a snail in its shell,
I breathed your memory like my destiny's part.
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Fisherman Fisherman, goes by past our fence
With peeping toes the children looks
The bucket vibrating with the fishes dance
Fresh - just taken out from the brooks
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