Was a guest to a poor hut
With single room and a living, but
Strange tribe was the host
Left me alone with an unclear mat.
Shining floor was full of dust
Found myself sweeping best
Movement was like elephant pinna
Result was tiny dingy villa .
Eyes hurled over quad corner nooks
A svelte broom lied there in one of the sees
Now dawn dream left me with a warn
Getting me the tool for my turn.
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