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Bezboroa and Few Others
THE SMOKING ORGAN (Dhodu-khowa) Blow smoke through your hoka Towards the infinite sky Forget loss, fatigue And apaetite. Long neigh of your hoka Not a joke! Fill the air with smoke. Blow in all directions Quench your thirst Surpass cloud's roar Snake eater's trot. Let the holy smoke vafnish And hoka's smoke remain The smell of intoxicating tobbaco prevail. Bezboroa and few others #7
