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Elizabeth Redmond
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One of my best memories from school was our English teacher reciting this,nobody could do it like Mr Green,and i had forgottenMy dad can still receite a monologue he was taught at school 90 years ago...
The Green Eye of the Little Yellow God...by J.Milton Hayes....
It begins...
There's a one eyed yellow idol to the north of Kathmandu.
There's a little marble cross below the town.
Where a broken hearted woman tends the grave of mad Carew.
And the yellow god, forever, gazes down....
about it until just now