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Aug 2015
Inside I sat and sailed
Sat and swarm across
I made it to the far end
Through the deep end waves
As they moved front and back
I completed the mission.
I didn't need the wood across
The float of the sail I swarm
From shallow-deep to shallow
I wasn't a star, it was
Over the waves I sat
The wind and the moisture blew my eyes
No engine or floater
My hands alone to save.
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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