My African woman

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Let me tell you about my African woman 

Her resilience is tremendous 

Her countenance is one I long to glare at daily 

When she talks, my God!

Her voice is like gushing water 

The sweetness of hearing that rush on the oceans 

That's how I am left when she enunciates

Her viscosity in all she does 

The benevolence of heart and virtue 

When she smiles 

I never wish it to stop 

I enjoy seeing her happy 

If you ever want to know what I am able of

Mess with her joy 

She is a vital girder I lean on 

My affection for her will end not

I love you!

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