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Cane (Free verse) by richa Is it you, that cane-tap, you are blind, I get it,
but it is morning and there is only you and I and the road
so please stop.
I would never poison me a pigeon or hang
for any crime and yet however far I step
from arsenic and want I still hear your cane-tap,
you are blind. I am descended of Adam
but you are old and no nearer to heaven.
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