Poetry is the sound of the human animal. — Suniti Namjoshi, St Suniti & the Dragon
Poetry is the sound of the human animal. — Suniti Namjoshi, St Suniti & the Dragon
Poetry is the sound of the human animal. — Suniti Namjoshi, St Suniti & the Dragon
Poetry is the sound of the human animal. — Suniti Namjoshi, St Suniti & the Dragon
Poetry is the sound of the human animal. — Suniti Namjoshi, St Suniti & the Dragon
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Poetry is the sound of the human animal.

— Suniti Namjoshi, St Suniti & the Dragon
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