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Time that rides timeless times
Africa, your smile runs with puns
Like a photographic memory that never develops
And in the oxymoron of my thoughts...
Like wildfires that are fireless
I indulge in my eyes eyeing yours
Admiring the language of your soul
That echo not in metaphors and similes
Your homes are not as clean as a whistle
Your countries are a battle war of laughter
Africa, you are poetry that makes prose come alive
A heaven of literature
A living library
A walking book shelve
The kind of a play-script
I look forward to reading every day
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