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Tavern Chronicles by Motswalo Manasoe

[tabby title="Poem"] No...you will not find apologies here.Just more clarifications of where you went wrong,You see a tavern was never made for young boys like youJust old men to drown their sorrows. Maybe we've spoken enough about the boys, who...

Seasons by Motswalo Manasoe

[tabby title="Poem"] The bloom of flowers The smell of nature I awake to a happier life It is fruitful Of course, it is Spring. Geographically unending days The longest of them all Hours at lazy motion An ocean as a...