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The Lamp
a golden relic of prior days
they tell tales of djinns and genies
how did this object receive the name
it'd make an ideal canteen of gravy
my room does not illuminate
I've rubbed till wrist was cramped
when filled with oil, the blaze did rage
why do they call it a lamp
Monday 23rd October 2023 5:39 am
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