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It Just Happens


A call from Ray

Never met the man before, well, maybe once long ago, a vision in my head.

 

Ray is 'new' to the place

Along the river; rocks full of heat and snakes\\

 

"Can you?"

Sure

"And this?"

Most definitely

and so it is/

 

He hails from South Africa, kicked out because his skin is white

and now, here he is,

just in time for some interesting conversation.

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