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Its Midsummer and I'M a Gujjar-Nomad

I 
wear 
around 
under 
my 
arm         
A 
villager's-
woven 
shawl.                         
I 
pipe 
in 
a 
pompous 
pride,  
My 
big 
beautiful 
wife 
is 
sitting 
by 
my 
side                  
Oh 
naked! 
Down 
to 
the 
shoulders 
and 
broad 
chest. 
Red-
hot 
cheeks 
and 
dishevilled 
curly 
hair,                
Is 
baking 
breads 
on 
stony 
chola. 
And 
with 
every 
puff 
of 
smoke          
I'm 
seeing 
at 
my 
hundred 
bufaloes 
herd               
Spread 
to 
the 
far, 
Grazing 
under 
the 
cliff 
there 
near 
the 
meadow's 
rocky 
wall           
And 
there 
deep 
in 
the 
grove.

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