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Jan 03, 2010
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AT JUFFURE
AT JUFFURE At Juffure, thousands throng in To bear witnesses to the past When captured men were sold Into slavery, far across the sea To a land where men were free Pictures of people are pasted At the museum of antiquities Of great men who descended From the era of the sold away To become notable personages A space is left blank on the board Amongst the freed descendants For a young new king to dwell in His father was a true son of the soil And knew not the pain of slavery At Juffure, blank hope is reborn In a gone astray sentimental blues A son of this continent has come To banish our misfortunes and woes But these may not happen in our time
— t. reflexion, Jan 03, 2010
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Mrs Dalloway
16 years 5 months ago
Superb!
t. reflexion
16 years 5 months ago
Do you know...?
Kailashana
16 years 5 months ago
So very happy to see you
t. reflexion
16 years 5 months ago
Thanks Anna
Seren
16 years 5 months ago
Another Brilliant write T,
t. reflexion
16 years 5 months ago
Thank you very much
Kailashana
16 years 5 months ago
I’m curious T, is this a
t. reflexion
16 years 5 months ago
Yes,
lyz
16 years 5 months ago
Never Again
t. reflexion
16 years 5 months ago
I struggle...
lyz
16 years 5 months ago
Just a quick reply
t. reflexion
16 years 5 months ago
Thank you ...