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The Tax Collector [The Tax Collector]

In just a visit, she came
mute and gentle, she came
creeping like a thief, she came
with a bag so little, she came
like a tax collector, yes! She came.

With silent and perfected skills, she picked
his pains, his ache, she picked
his rhythm, his laughter, she picked
ah! His vision, his dreams, o yes! She picked
hmm! What a tax collector, indeed.

Swift and witty this game she played.
with naught in her hands, hmm! She came
like a keeper, yes! She picked
with blood in her palms, ah! She left
oh! A heartless collector of time is her name.

Written by: Benjamin Thomas Gwom
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

Author: admin

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