Her father wants his cows
He said I can’t come inside
I can’t loiter by the gate
I can’t see my love
Her father wants his cows
Cows of great size
Cows the acres of the veld to the lake
Then I can see my love
Her father wants his cows
Then i told him i am a poet
And little did i know it
From his dreams he was aroused
He changed me a dead dove
And now i can see my love
Maybe i should of told him
I’m a poet at day’s dim
And a doctor with whims
Jul 12, 2021
Jul 12, 2021 at 8:03 AM UTC
Her father wants his cows
He said I can’t come inside
I can’t loiter by the gate
I can’t see my love
Her father wants his cows
Cows of great size
Cows the acres of the veld to the lake
Then I can see my love
Her father wants his cows
Then i told him i am a poet
And little did i know it
From his dreams he was aroused
He changed me a dead dove
And now i can see my love
Maybe i should of told him
I’m a poet at day’s dim
And a doctor with whims
Can you lie about your profession during lobola negotiations?
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