| Promised Lands |
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| Written by Zaibun Pasha |
| Friday, 20 March 2009 19:03 |
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Unblinking like the dead goldfish floating He stands staring with his one good eye at the neighbours through their bathroom window. Tied up, mouths stuffed his envy turning into a slow concern The thieves are having fried eggs for breakfast on the patio. Three Young boys with happy eyes thinking already about the latest Nokia the electric bill imported pampers for the new baby. |
