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May 2018
When my stomach growls;
Body,
       Mind,
               & Soul grumble.
With hunger; my body yawn,
As my stomach growls.
To the ear; salutation my lips send.
To the neck; warm hug my cheeks give.
Pandiculation conquers my soul;
Artery convey no blood.
When my stomach growls,
Conscious, thoughts & emotions;
My worst taboos.
When my stomach growls,
My body; woo malfunction.
In Africa; we liveth in abject poverty. Bulk of the Africans sleep hungry. The optimism of getting a better and fruitful Africa, prompted me to pen this down, "Growl Stomach".
Ayouba Toure
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Ayouba Toure  15/M/Monrovia, Liberia
(15/M/Monrovia, Liberia)   
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