V. S. Naipaul 1932-2018
At the house of Mr. Biswas
we'd evesdrop: a bond between us.
On moonless nights like this, I swear
we had a light leading us there.
At the house of Mr. Biswas
we'd evesdrop: a bond between us.
On moonless nights like this, I swear
we had a light leading us there.
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Big Sal
Sun 12th Aug 2018 15:11
RIP the writers of today.