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If a squirrel crosses my way while on a trip then luck is mine but when it’s a cheetah or wild cat that crosses there I turn and go back. I knock my right foot on stone while on a trip I melt in joy since I shall be overfed but when it’s the left I turn and go back. I slip in my shirt the inside coming out I jump in merriment for I shall be overfed. the first being I meet in the feeble dawn is an old woman I turn to my blanket it’s all ill luck I dream my relative dead in midst of sweet slumbers I wake in joy knowing he’s overfed the previous night and if I dream I am dead I rejoice for growing an inch. and if I dream of my ideal girl then I lose hope the answer is no. I wake up in the morning and find my teeth shaking and loose surely I know they went eating excreta while soul courted in fairyland. A hen crows it must be killed bad omen a dog howls instead of barking the village owner is at death’s door and if I walk on my head then I am dead. — Jared Angira
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