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Have you visited your brother in need ?
Though barely clad,
He was fully attired
With chocolates of mud,
Which even pasted
A leg-burrow
Of a small
Walking scarecrow,
What a sorrow!
A sore -eyed
And malnourished child
That developed
A log bandy
'cause buckling from
A pot-belly
Subject to ailments every
Prominently Kwashiorkor
And scurvy
By twist of fate
Pushed out
To the street
To sleep he used
By every bus-stand,
...
Monday 3rd November 2014 6:46 am
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