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her soul was bound.
She wore a garment of rags,
whispering to the clouds,
tugging her dirty sacks,
like the mad woman she is!
Roasted by the sun,
bathed by the rain,
she roamed about
the market square..
Smiling to every heart
ashamed to smile back to her.
Written by: Moses Opara
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
