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{
I see clouds passing by.
Such gigantic beings,
Yet, quite quiet,
And inconspicuous,
Until one lifts
their head up.
The sun’s powerful rays, too,
Are blocked temporarily,
By these blobs of white cotton.
}
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‘The blind man and a Pole’
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{
A blind man.
Arms outstretched,
a fruit seller perhaps ?
Selling brown vegetables,
With white flesh inside.
Is love of a white mother
any different, I wonder,
From the love of a black nanny,
Or for that matter, from
minha querida mãe marrom ?
my dear, brown, mother ?
}
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