The Struggle
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The Struggle
But it was so frightening
At intervals, it stopped
Time again and again it cropped
Lo, his candle burns away
Being a prisoner he is not free
Oops, nature has come to waylay
A pal with a familiar nature
Like the old drunk's signature
He builds his African future
The two are in the same mask
The school erected this task
He needs Lipton water from the flask.
