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Jun 2015
inside I sat and sailed
Sat and swarm across
Yes I made it to the far end
Through the deep waves
My hands waved in and out
Front and back
But I needed the wood
To float I sailed to swim
Shallow to deep for shallow
I wasn't a star, it was a star
Water drew out with a bucket spat
Over the waves I sat
Moisture in wind over my eyes
No engine no floaters
My hands within my sight
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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