She Sat by Me
She sat by me
Little did we know that her mother threw up that morning…
She praised her Lord unfailingly
She sat by me
Little did we know that her mother threw up that morning…
She praised her Lord unfailingly
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The Rabata Ride: A Narrative Poem By Anse Tamara Gray September 2016 In the year of our Lord two thousand and twelve I moved from Damascus without suitcase or helve I left breezes of cardamom, coffee and shrapnel And expected to arrive to something substantial (I once hurried along back streets in the heat To
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