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The clouds are racing over my head I am still woozy just getting up from my bed My dad and brother are roasting yam Under the Frangipani tree close to the farm I stagger to where they are Father stirs the yam ensuring it doesn't become char My sister emerges from inside With a knife and plate by her side There, we divide the morning meal Everyone eating a fair share to their fill
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Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 8:53 AM UTC
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