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Apr 2023
We were judged so early
They only met us at our worst and thought that was our best
We soared through trail and rose up proud
They sought their way back but our hearts had closed off
Now the tree they once wanted to cut gives them shade and fruits
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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