Manga Poem by Manonton Dalan
Manga
yes, i was once to africa
green fruit we call 'manga'
i can reach with my hand
shape like half of a heart
no wonder it's sour for me
when ripe sweet as candy
they grow along roads, shed
for kids from scorching sun
while walking going for errand
i love their music, powerful beat
good for dancing brings sweat
i watch these kids really into it
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manga(mango) in accra, ghana
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