Marang Poems - Poems about Marang

...I grasped the steam-iron with left hand, the right was straightening trouser band; it felt different, unusual, its hiss and feel, serpent’s thought made me reel I imagined it come up from lake......

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...Why would I wanna be lemon or lime? When I could be lemon marang It might feel good in my haven sublime But there’s more left to do than just hang The bumps and wrinkles of my skin Reminds of so......

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