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Mr. Manyana

(a fairy-tale About Mr. Manyana and Mrs. Hereona) The days are like a teaspoon in hand Heaping Like stone which chips leap As if from a chisel Like thin hair Like a fragile house - built from happenstance The days do not remenber themselves The days are nevertroubled with When to go - when to stay They are dust leaping into the air Like eaglets Like traitorous ice Like a stern frame - built from trust The days aren´t surprised with themselves They aren´t surprised!