On the land where I was born
There, were all and greens,
Vegatation full of life
For the rain did all
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Young and tender, I am
But I look to my future and doubt
Will I be like those whose
Compounds I cheerfully cherish
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You can't blame me now
For the customer's names on
The red receits are
Long-shaped enough like
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I frequently fled my compound
For you openly refused to chill out
Now that I'm safe and alive,
All I ask is to extinguish your firery waves
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Ruth had been sweeping
When she abruptly heard something bewailing,
An ocean howl
Her open-naked back yard's ground
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My brother and I were friends
Always, we played like fools
On those anthills and vales
Enclosed by mountain chains
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By the water tank where
I stood astounded by a sudded scream
Of a woman I listened
Then watched her
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Before even he got splashed,
Our father had forbiden him from
All his fishing movement
He had made it clear
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on a glare-warm day, I whatched baboons
Baboons whose holes looked like a pink ball
They crawled to ward our sugar-cane field-wall,
And I laid planted behind the anthill-haze
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I remember those surprising days
In which I used to be strongly amazed
The red, green grasshoppers-
Even un interested eye-droppers
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