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5/23/2018 1:53:34 AM MOSES KISIANG'ANI MAKHAKHA Posts: 4	AN AFRICAN ROSE When I stood my face, to steal a glance You stood your face, to steal a glance When I catched the thief, catching a thief You arrested me, I chained you The sun had just dropped, I had not eaten My mother's full pot, but yawns and yawning Turning myself eye popped, my skin bed cold Through the black dark, cockroaches looked afraid As the sun showered her face, I washed mine I went into the Kraal, took my Masai and Simba No time to eat gruel, to the gold field to mine Again I saw you, how to let you mine As you climbed to fetch, I said ouch! As acacia thorns bit your knee, I said ouch! Ooh, my African Rose, you kill minus swords The gap in your mouth grains, way for laughter The river in your creamery coopers, full of mills The hill that follows you, whenever you move The fibers above your height, not human fossils edited by Moses Makhakha on 5/23/2018
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5/30/2018 7:46:56 AM MOSES KISIANG'ANI MAKHAKHA Posts: 4	Excellent compliment Regina. Thanks
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5/30/2018 11:09:22 AM Michael E. Harris Posts: 4	Edgar Allen Poe and Robert Frost 2 of my favorite poets. They paint a picture and tell a story from start to finish as they paint. Edgar is gone his paintings, his art, his poetry lives on because it draws you in. You want to know whats going to happen next. His vocabulary was extensive and out of date today yet the vision he creates stimulates the readers imagination. I HOPE THIS HELPS YOU.
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