Teng! I Look For Chinese Poem T. Wijaya At least 20100 babies looks for instant milk. The non strong husbands was in love with the wife. My Mamma fail fries soybean cake and quassin fish. Vegetable oil disappears. Air 39 degree of celcius. Military stares at my poppa by bringing fire arm is really. Teng! Teng! Cer! I look for Chinese. Forgiveness. Chinese no here. We are not able to save you decaying refrigerator. Animates fire from our fright. Markets similar without collection. Chinese no here. Chicken and goat there are still in garden. Cuts for the party. Ticket and foreign money is not train to heaven. We are foreign in Hong Kong. It is really! No Chinese here. Formerly, we are Tionghoa. We came from hundreds of century then, with wood ships cursed by nation in continent. We stick pillar for house, and compiles bamboos in river body. Malay. We are to Lahat, bears and compiles tradition to plant coffee and kava. We are to Sekayu, bears and learning to return to loves gold and paddy. We are to Komering, meditation and takes care of descendant from alteration of devil. In Palembang, we esteem family, and decorates house by ruddling and turning yellow. We collect gold, ceramics, and silver money to live on. We become Umar, Hasan, Abdurachman, or Jamilah, after ships from Persian lands. We become so much billion, but garlic pickle cannot go from our tongue. No Chinese here. Formerly us Tionghoa. I am sweeps combustible building of that. Black and ash. Television and rice ...
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