Extract2A Poem by VaidukaI work in field as sweaty labour, As destiny was not in favour, As sunny heat is kissing front, I don’t believe I’ll soon be gone. I grab with nails a dirty sand, To grow a seed is the demand With dirty bucket i water bed As family needs to be fed. © 2011 Vaiduka |
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Added on October 9, 2011 Last Updated on October 9, 2011 AuthorVaidukaNaas, Co. Kildare, IrelandAboutSimple and complicated. Loving and ferocious. Truly and only. more..Writing
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