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Random First Lines:A poem written 12/09/2013 » Read
A poem about being a poet
Roy inherited the rum shop from his dead uncle. His uncle has no family; he lived alone in the back of his rum shop. Just before he died, Roy was informed of a distant uncle living on eastern side of the island. Roy, then in late twenties has no experience of running a business or for that...