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Jun 2
The dust of our creation is from Africa;
The place of our creation is Africa;
The blood beneath our skin has a rhythm
The bond between our bones and Africa is forever.
Some people shout for queen and country,
While other shout for land and blood but,
We will trample the earth and raise it dust;
As we march for the glory of Africa;
Africa produces the dust of our creation,
That dust that makes the baobab tree lives for ages;
Africa produces the dust of our creation;
That dust that produce the finest diamond and gold.
The dust of our creation is from Africa that
Continent that is like the Garden of God: Eden.
Home is where the heart is,  no matter what i willalways callAfrica home for the dust of my creation is from thus amazing place
A B Faniki
Written by
A B Faniki  35/M/Jimeta
       Crazy Diamond Kristy, Fawn and BR Dragos
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