Treasure Island

kfm Productions

(30 / 03 / 1987)

My knee cap...(03 / 04 / 2013 / 15: 44-AN) .


The fact is it becomes painful when people speak, /
hence i am losing blood & veins for this matter. /

Koena France Mokoena

KFM PRODUCTIONS.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 03, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 11, 2013

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This poem is about my injury, which i have in my knee cap like a poet. So, i am dedicating it to anyone, who would like to be on the same situation like me as a poet for this matter.
The fact is i have composed it in Harrismith Public Library, hence i am inspired by my fans across the globe for this matter.

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