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Feb 2015
I wonder why she kept smiling
The many phone calls she made
The castles I built in the air
And her words stated me as Wow.

she compared me to nothing
Even when I realized couldn't
Get to her; her care touched me
she seemed so free
like birds in the air.

I started planning for my chances
though I only sharpened
my weapons in absence of war.

Later to find out that she was;
she truely long gone, long married
Not even that; she bore a child.
Go in peace lady as you
live a calamity in my life
poor attendency of class has
declared poor performance
The happiness of deficiency
Full capacity with lost opportunity.
Thomas Bron Mukama
Written by
Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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