Comb - Poem by BONGOKOBIDA ZAKARIA
Entrance is prohibited at deep forest of Africa-
Water hyacinth damages the beauty of river
Comb deeps you neat and tidy-
But you have to know how to use it?
How dare the air is-
Make your hair disorderly kind.
Plough looks similar at farmer’s house!
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