Poem about hunger.
Bread nor water
Had I seen nigh
For three days past
Sing sing sing
My flat stomach
Poor me! Poor Me!
When shall these days
Of draught pass away
The good days flashes past
When I was filled till I sighed
No More! No More!
But now I need to Hope And Pray
Or I’ll Sign Never No More.
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