A poem for the world
An elderly man, shirtless,
came at the end of the morning,
with a pitiful face want to sell pants
for five thousand, I gave ten thousand,
he actually knelt, and ran,
calling builders ketoprak at the curb,
followed by two men no longer
wearing either emerged
from which direction.
Bintaro, 2010
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