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1958
that spring, there was a terrible drought
no one could stop
the earth from cracking open
and spilling its shrivelled guts
mice jumped out of rice jars
not a single grain was harvested
but so as not to make the higher-ups lose hope
our considerate village headman
sent people out night after night
first to paint the
ground ...
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