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There once grew a short young try-maker
who knew not how to throw
it took a long time for it to pass
that he would be a massive hit with
the youth of SA if he could
make it to the end of
the row without being in the wrong
again
but he couldn’t do it without
knowing how to make it
real.
He knew if he could that he would
be the one who couldn’t make it to Madiba’s farm
but one of the youths of his age
could make it if he went
through the passing phase unnoticed
and passed the exam of being old
again without being
wrong for it.
He couldn’t do it so he asked for it
to be young and not swearing, he stood
by and watched the rest of the ou’s
fly from the wereld into the arms
of loved ones who knew
that it would be young when he got there
and not the other way round and so
it grew into a huge
mundible frankness about which
he could only say:
I love you Charlieze!
May ask what influence you to write this brilliant poem?
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