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Sep 2014
little it lay in my presence
And happy was I to have it
upon my protection
it would grow,
my neglect though
counted no penalty

its nothing without hope,
the weather is rather a mess
but it needs both
'cold & warmth'
As much as I stay
I water it to grow and prune
it with care.

it takes more than time
to shine out perfect
to survive on it's own
longer than ages
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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