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John Puhiatau Puleonline works |
2 while our people are fighting over who owns the crabs in the burial caves let us go down to the plantation and spread out mats on the lush field it is hot and the waves come close to our feet to enhance the moving move closer you say while the fragrance of umu comes our way I do this act for windy is the world when canoes chance the swells in daylight you crush a loku when you move your legs to allow me to eat the flesh, it is salty do you think they will decide who will eat the crabs tonight I don’t care, look at the sky while I find the dawn in the earth your eyes close and birds fly out to fishermen on the reef and they never come back until the mats are dry
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