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Sep 2016
Round of applause to founder of money
Meeting him is a dream for non can afford apiece of life
We buy moments not time as we assume
The beloved and hated alike, through a sieve of a siphon
The mother bears flesh of a child to but has no idea to the form of its bones
Like eaten only to be found by other means
Walk low past those known to you,even the highest peak has the lowest point

They crossed boundaries flying now they return hoofing
Who knew water can power power to fire and water cools it
When to walk high and when to bow a question un learnt
Naked swagg of a tall tree strong to winds weak to an axe
All roads to weeping eyes of an eagled heart
The end of high chest rots to crawling
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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