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From the frying pan into the fire
Seeing a swarm of flies
Seeping the sap of
A hand-deprived
Leaper's fresh wound
A good Samaritan
Disarrayed them with
A hand clap “Twa!” sound
Getting as close as he could
In vain expecting
“A thank you!” gratitude.
“You shouldn't have done that
When the former ones,
Who had their fills, depart
The famished ones come forth
For their part
To si...
Monday 5th June 2017 4:20 pm
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