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The IUP Journal of Commonwealth Literature |
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Wind and water, bush and breeze
broken limbs of palms
grandparents voices
to Thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve.
>From a backroom bedroom, words
from the edge of her lips
the rise of his chest
our thin bleats
Mary, Queen of Sorrows.
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