Rites

Au then tick man he
Be long in con tree
Ob jekt two that plea
Re jekt his dee manned
In vayed his home land
Gott two tek thee stanned
I wil mek a mends
Now kan we be frends
E kwal in thee end

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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