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Small Saudi the boy Five years or so And jovial the toy Intriguing the foe Six year he wrote Every time a pen A drop of flight To land a new story Every melody that come Carrying the tunes of hope The dance fuming soup For all that knew Saudi now stouthearted With a promised utopia Every ink drop debased To quell apparent dystopia At last a book length Not a toy full ration Saudi the man and gentle For history the olfaction