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They take me through grasslands Of the sunny flat lands of home Dotted by baobabs Young ones running up and down Elders , to and from farm Changing tunes low and high As they sing them In turns To suit their situation Yao songs Sometimes they bring to life memories That strengthen bonds of blood Making turning backs on each other forbidden When you remember lullabies Sang by them to you When you were a toddler A yao toddler. Happiness is better expressed The rythms hold sorrow captive And to anger exactly the same happen As hunger politely walks out To give room For people to dance To the on spot composed tunes Yao tunes

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Date: 1/13/2021 11:00:00 PM
Happiness is better expressed/// written well
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Date: 10/25/2020 3:23:00 PM
You described it very well... Great poem
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Wilson Lemani
Date: 10/26/2020 12:50:00 AM
Thanks Silent one ,I really appreciate
Date: 10/25/2020 1:28:00 PM
The rythm of this poem has held me captive too. This is an excellent job Mr. Wilson Lemani. Dying to read your next poem. Good luck.
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Wilson Lemani
Date: 10/26/2020 12:49:00 AM
Thanks Mr Clement, looking forward to your motivating comments