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Slumber
This is my bed, old sacks laid on bare floor
My blanket- parchments of old cotton linen
from Koko`s box gives me warmth in sleep.
I am acclimatised to the cold wind
that seep through the carton walls
of the ramshuckle that's my home.
My brother and i huddle together
to keep warm, a close-knit family
of urchins, you maw say
Surrendering to the world of slumber
snoring soundly without a care like pussies
till cock crow knocks our heads awake.
