None of the above.
It was not a part of my blood. It came to me very late. It was not preached to the crowd, it was not taught by the state. My eyes remain level and straight. What will be the final straw for which we all wait?
None of the above.
It was not a part of my blood. It came to me very late. It was not preached to the crowd, it was not taught by the state. My eyes remain level and straight. What will be the final straw for which we all wait?
Love your poetry, brother!
Love your poetry, brother!
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