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59 In Our Midst My people are different And with hearts of gold. Your nose could be pointed, Or like the beak of an eagle, Or plain flat like a valley bed We do not notice. Your hue yellow, pink, Black or a combination, We do not notice. To us, there is a stranger In our midst and we Serve him the best we can, Serve her the best we can. We encourage you into our nooks And cranny, not bar your way In our midst pretending friendship. Africa’s hospitality! ...

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