I`m here all
day long
I look
upwards all the time
I`m not of
the husbandmen
Even if I
carry slings without arms.
The day you
hear the palace gong
Pack your
belongings and confess your crime
Think
nothing of your bloated abdomen
And close
all the roads leading to the old farm.
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