The Cart Puller
He was there walking in front of us.
I was sitting in a rickshaw and;
there he was in front of me,
turning the cart full of hay.
All I could see from behind;
was his pair of dusky legs,
moving slowly in a tipsy fashion.
Even though he was quite sober,
I saw strips of hay slipping do
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