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Tip, Tap, Tip, Tap… the rain has come…
men, women, children and the gods have sung
of a culture strong
as ten thousand lions, rich as fields of gold
glor
Selemo in Setswana
when the bees are buzzing and the grass is green
when trees are in full blooming glory
summer means:
we celeb
Constantly chasing concepts
foreign to our reality
we allow our minds to be
barren, unable to conceive
thoughts
with one hand we hold on
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