Rudyard Kipling: Rangoon

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Rudyard Kipling: Rangoon (The Song of the Cities)

Hail, Mother! Do they call me rich in trade?
Little care I, but hear the shorn priest drone,
And watch my silk-clad lovers, man by maid,
Laugh 'neath my Shwe Dagon.
 
Dec. 13, 2023, Photo

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