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Love Under R17 - Or 17 Rands

As I write ... streams slow And a trickle of guilt Flow, flow, flow "Father, father, Faaathhher" From beyond my gate and border "Pastor, pastor, pastor" Was the cry an hour before He, Shady, got 5 Rands; he hoped for more But as I write, I decide Wonga won't be attended to 8 o'Clock at night? No, Charity will wait I have shared uncooked & cooked rice And the usual soups, bread, fruit Coins adding up to 30 Rands But mostly under 17; to enhance My safety - giving minus predictability So my "parishioners" see limits But raised mostly Catholic, FATHER Comes naturally to them - I did not take any title at the beginning They avoid churches, even at funerals Tents at homes is the local culture So I share a little, though few attend Our Protestant style of worship Yet, once a week I invent JesusLuvsU Day Jesus is Love, Love, LOVE

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Book: Shattered Sighs