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no cause did she leave un-espoused
underdogs were her stock in trade
though slender, she was a freedom fighter
she was a brave and comely maid
we got together in mozambique
in those days that was the place
tending the wounds of a beggar
hers was a fine and open face
critics might deem her reckless
I flew out knowing she would die
she stood to wave, then turn...
Monday 17th August 2020 11:34 am
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