The First Lady
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Poem by: Phiwokuhle M. Manana
The stars move fron place to place on the sky. No one knows what are they doing. In the past, they thought of a good luck. They said so.
The birds twittered all day long. Playing with each other. No one need to think about the left overs. They live in peace.
The first light appeared to me My heart flabbergasted. The stars fall on the ground. And I fall in love.
The flock of people said she is flabby and low-ended. But when I think about her, I feel like she is a million dollars. That's why I knit my brow And I got my knickers in a twist. And I bring them to their knees.
The only worse thing is that she knee high to a grasshopper. My love knee jerked. I always wonder when I start keeping her posted. And I wish, she must get the message.
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