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Oct 2019
I heard their voices constantly
and they sang their songs all the time
they even give tribal dramas and put on displays
they would genuflect and pay homage to their deities
and sometimes roar in anger and frustration babbling away
But I was not a member of their village an did not speak their tongue
So nothing they did or said made any sense to me, I was not like them
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
(M/London)   
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     --- and Joey
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