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The Sixth Day


It was the sixth day of creation; mother was dressed in black,
she wore her good hat with the veil, “God shouldn’t had done this
to us” she said, at the far end pale workers put together the big
stage of the circus,
“come back home, it’s late”, “which home?” I asked and hugged
the lamp-post of the street,
my young cousin was almost dead, I pushed her behind the closet,