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Around one hundred millennia ago
there was a man from Eritrea.
“I run like gazelle and can throw,
a spear to kill was my idea”.

Feed my family, develop a tribe,
with teamwork hunger satiated.
But now too many subscribe,
so it's time we migrated.

No more can we sustain here,
we must find pastures new.
Sadly my time is drawing near,
so son it is up to you.

Wandering north meet Neanderthal
interact with a white skin wonder.
Ice advance, again home we must haul,
and our peace is blown asunder.

Head west we must choose a road,
one way Roman another Viking.
Just another human episode,
to verdant island of our liking.

Ancestral history investigations,
I come across a heritage stat.
67 million in just 25 generations.
I could hardly believe that.

But its true check it out,
two parents and keep doubling.
It soon hits 67 million no doubt,
in just 500 years, could this be troubling?

Well maybe a concern to some,
but when it is all translated.
The probability has become
that we must all be related.

So I book a DNA test place
to investigate my genetic area.
It tells me that there is a trace,
of a man from Eritrea.

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