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About This Poem
to the mother of the dark amazons
oh, ever-young face in dazzling smiles
ah, golden mother of potent nigers
thine lads are swimming in new rivers
yea, mother of the dark amazons
thine maidens are dancing by the forests
there the lions lie down calm & toothless
beside the indulgence of forceful goats
the leopards are full-fury of pensive looks
their snail-moves & failing temperaments
ah, golden mother of potent nigers
sweep, not, mother - niger’s not at ease?
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