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Feb 2020
When I pay a visit to my hometown,
Everything has changed,
Even the cemetery.
It is cleaner,
The graves are well placed,
It has a flower garden and rows of trees,
Even benches  to rest.
Except that,
I now know more people at the graveyard,
Than in my hometown.
7/2/2020
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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