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PIPINGER – by Des Kelly In the Ceylon of my youth, one of the first little poems, recited was, “What’s your name ?, sugar-cane,                             where do you live, ?, down the lane,                         what’s your number, ?, cucumber,                         what’s your age, ?, sausage.!, remember it, folks ?. How simple was our life, those days ?. When I first met a little Sinhalese girl, who used to accompany me to the Convent of Our Lady Of Victories, in “Moratu-mulla”(the corner of Moratuwa), I asked her, her name, and she said”Suranganee” Even with the fantastic memory I still possess, I cannot remember her Surname. We were both around the ripe old age of 5. She was ...