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Tribal
Tribal beauties, all lined up,
eyes cast to the ground.
Young breasts bare and feet not shod.
Only natural beauty found.
The Zulu prince walks back and forth,
perusing for a bride;
While hopeful father's look on, tense,
Each displaying their loin's pride.
One of these will be a Queen,
Birth a Nation's next proud Chief.
With result, a father can live on....
Mortality's Relief.
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