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To the Orphan
I know you always dream of Rome.
A basket full of fresh baguette
And your favourite Russian roulette.
Many more birthdays are yet to come.
Do not mind what your groanings say
Find a ravens nest, calmly lay.
Hurry up and make it your home.
Worn out clothes cannot tear your heart
Nor will the night’s cold steal your art.
A few sticks can build you a dome.
Hunger can comb with a passion
Tears, pity is out of fashion.
Do not shrivel like a sad gnome.
Rocks and stones can soften to bread
Let this thought sip into your head.
Vera
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