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Anna....Blank Verse Sonnet As I passed my room I heard sobbing Anna, the Italian girl who cleans it was there Each of her sobs racked out of her body And then painfully escaped to freedom. Forty kilometers away Tony stacks the clean plates Each plate is worth much more than he can afford In this mood, he would love to smash them Somehow he knows it will not ease his pain He had given her ideas, given her dreams, But the ideas and dreams were not his She was not in his ideas or in his dreams His dreams were different and so were his ideas So she weeps away her ideas and her dreams And carries on sobbing till she is empty. |
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