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Eunice de Souza
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My Portuguese-bred colleaguepicked up a clay shivalingam
one day and said:
Is this an ashtray?
No, said the salesman,
This is our god.
© 1979, Eunice de Souza
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Publisher: Newground, Mumbai
From: Fix
Publisher: Newground, Mumbai
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My Portuguese-bred colleaguepicked up a clay shivalingam
one day and said:
Is this an ashtray?
No, said the salesman,
This is our god.
From: Fix
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