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11 To save them from great storms. The forests and savannas Are the fountain of your life; They are your gold and only hope, Indeed, the lungs with which you breathe. Moki (In memory of a Pan African ‘brother’ and colleague) Moki, Uncle Paddy, you showed off such sound brain, which made dry Hammatan stand next to moistening rain. But flushed are the wits and therapeutic humour into deep drain where not the longest handed crane can reach out to pick up a single grain Your sudden exit calls for moment of thorough reflection on life Out of Tune No! Stop! You dance out of tune. Look around, see the rest; Get you not their own steps? But, yes! But, then, I do it right. Take they but the wrong steps. And listen, listen, listen to the tune. All wrong, all wrong! Of wrong notes is the tune. ...

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