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Jul 31
The memory of so many pretty faces;
The forgetfulness of most of their names is my
Responsibility to claim. And the world is truly small
Whenever those stranger’s faces, once again come my way

The older woman is, “aunty,” the wiser man has to be everyone’s
“Good uncle.” “Sir or Madam,” to politely and professionally say,
I wasn’t paying much attention the first time you gave your name

Peers are referred to as, “bra.” “My brother,” to fellow church goers,
To faithfully say we’re all children of the Lord- why do we need to use
These earthly names at all. “My beautiful sister,” just to avoid any
Confrontation- then leave me to go online to do my research, when
I finally get home
Odd Odyssey Poet
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Odd Odyssey Poet  25/M/Zimbabwe
(25/M/Zimbabwe)   
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   G Alan Johnson
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