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Ali Abdolrezaei

Circle

You are reading a poem called ‘Circle’
Hold it there
Hands off the library
Arm around the windows and the doors
Bedding into the sofa
Now you may read a poem by Ali Abdolrezaei
Please open the book
You see? 
You are reading a poem called ‘Circle’
So hold it there
Take your hands off the library
Kick the door out of the house
Tumble down the stairs
In the new park or the old one behind the Town Hall
On the same bench that sent my father door to door and   
   stopped my mother         Sit down
Tell them off     those children playing ball
Now you may read a poem by Ali Abdolrezaei
Please turn the page of this gate whichever way you like
It’s a shame   
You are standing at the end of a poem called ‘Circle’

CIRCLE

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Circle

You are reading a poem called ‘Circle’
Hold it there
Hands off the library
Arm around the windows and the doors
Bedding into the sofa
Now you may read a poem by Ali Abdolrezaei
Please open the book
You see? 
You are reading a poem called ‘Circle’
So hold it there
Take your hands off the library
Kick the door out of the house
Tumble down the stairs
In the new park or the old one behind the Town Hall
On the same bench that sent my father door to door and   
   stopped my mother         Sit down
Tell them off     those children playing ball
Now you may read a poem by Ali Abdolrezaei
Please turn the page of this gate whichever way you like
It’s a shame   
You are standing at the end of a poem called ‘Circle’

Circle

You are reading a poem called ‘Circle’
Hold it there
Hands off the library
Arm around the windows and the doors
Bedding into the sofa
Now you may read a poem by Ali Abdolrezaei
Please open the book
You see? 
You are reading a poem called ‘Circle’
So hold it there
Take your hands off the library
Kick the door out of the house
Tumble down the stairs
In the new park or the old one behind the Town Hall
On the same bench that sent my father door to door and   
   stopped my mother         Sit down
Tell them off     those children playing ball
Now you may read a poem by Ali Abdolrezaei
Please turn the page of this gate whichever way you like
It’s a shame   
You are standing at the end of a poem called ‘Circle’
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