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Mar 2021
Africa:
It is a lost place
One thinks of sunny
Blue skies
And then thunderstorms

Of running through
Vast, vast, vast
Open grasslands

Of cooking on a fire,
Of looking out
Over the hills of our
Homeland, homeland, home -
Land, land, land
Chief Speak-a-little-French
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Chief Speak-a-little-French  41/M/Harare, Zimbabwe
(41/M/Harare, Zimbabwe)   
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