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Jul 2020
I took my pen
And I wrote something
Something they will understand
Because of the simple language
I chose.
People of the different age
They will understand.

They tried
to give me penny
I refused.
They tried
to give me
their own pen,
i STILL refused.
They finally decided
To take my pen,
With their power
They said
Nothing is left to be written.
Twalib Mushi
Written by
Twalib Mushi  24/M/Tanzania
(24/M/Tanzania)   
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   Kanishka
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