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Poetry from Africa. Asante Sana
Asante Sana I observe this brick-coloured snake fleeing car lights crawling around the forest still shrouded in the darkness of the night. The thoughts, oddly, are few And this time...
Poetry from Africa. Asante Sana
Asante Sana I observe this brick-coloured snake fleeing car lights crawling around the forest still shrouded in the darkness of the night. The thoughts, oddly, are few And this time...