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Written by Eva Osoro
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Thursday, 17 July 2008 |
I sit at the front pouch watching my baby and brother have a heart to heart talk. I am happy .... at least they can talk. Nothing brings more joy to my heart than to see my baby and one whom I have shared a womb with have something in common to converse about. We drain a few alcoholic beverages and
let the sun begin to set. No worries .... just letting the world pass by. One day, one hour, one of each just passing by.
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Last Updated ( Thursday, 17 July 2008 )
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