I am becoming My Father
Hands held high my father takes the hammer daily To correct the spoilt kraal and set things straight. He had a lose chair, out of which minds interplayed For our sake; shall they eat? oh! trans-lighter his hand always busy my father is now me He moves left right, on maps and cars aided by tiring muscles I am becoming my father jb wisely ug
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