Robbing Hari

Robbing Hari
On a purple stormy night
He rides in his caravan.
He loves the robbers
He likes to play this game.
Stealing gems from God!

He enjoys.
Nothing is stolen,
Nothing is taken from him.
He loves their gutsyness
He loves their rascal grins.

As they retreat,
White teeth shine through
On a dark blue face
Under a midnight sky
Full of diamonds.
He smiles a rascal grin.

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