'I'd speak if I wasn't afraid of inhaling'
the air here is thick with shibboleth
he comes down for doswa not just
to drink but to feel the temperature
expatriot ghettoes breed insecurity
it is shortly after the reason to be jolly
now in the season of promise I pause
with a China Post pen in the air
she points at the page to indicate
press harder to be read push down
to give it all birth to give it all berth
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