Pretty Thunder Poetry
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Pretty Thunder
Manka’s was destroyed in a Fire.
I ponder how many letters and phone numbers I have of friends whose houses, villages, borders and countries no longer exist.
Iya O, Oya O Mother Oya Mama, go easy
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