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Feb 2022
This old country
has given me life
Taught me sad dreams over

Once I was banding the top of trees
until I wrestled a boy from the west
We learned to grow apart
Silver moonchild
the waters are so wide
Steal from the valley
If I were a butterfly
riposte the day
I could be free
Antony Glaser
Written by
Antony Glaser  60/M/croydon
(60/M/croydon)   
74
   Khoisan
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