041010l Piece Of The Past
my sister is five and i'm three
we went to my aunt to play
our older cousin told my sister
our baby brother was taken
by big spider and my mom
is looking for him in the farm
my sister rouse all neighbors
about the news; she's crying
leaving me wondering how
those house spider get so big
she was holding my hand so tight
she won't let go, i never forget
poem by Manonton Dalan
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