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RED


I have work up from bed, After I have dream about red, This color is not bad, Bit it have alot of sad. When they speak it and heard, You will know someone is dead, Its unick name is blood, All animals and people they had. We have being given with God, Who is know as our Lord, We must keep it in good, In the life of this world. If you have the nose bleed, Alot of blood you will need, Your own health you must read, Keep it will and not kid.
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Husna Chikwela

A beutiful poeter from Tanzania. I write both english and swahili poems especially tradition poems

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