The
kangkong in the basket
The
woman carried on her pole
Swinging
as she moved along
The
light weight the tiring face
In
the market open space
She
waited for her customers everyday
The
hardship she had to endure
Earning
a living trying her best to smile
Those
were the days
When
earn an honest living
It
was a tiring day
In
the hot sun in the early morning rise
The
woman had gone
The
kangkong still hanging around
The
farmers have to make a living
The
hardship they still endure
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