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Ainkurunuru 186

O man of the seashore

where old women
dry their wet streaming hair
and look like a flock
of herons in the boy,

when people said,
a chariot comes here often
splattering
the dark neytal lilies
near the bubbling backwaters,

Mother said at once,
" Don't go out. "
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