Yes yes, pearl of the female race
Her beauty is smelt everywhere
Like the blue skies
In her, a stream of degrees flow
She wakes up early in the morning
She Fetches water
She Picks food in the garden
She throws all the food in the market
In the evening, she comes home with food paper cramps
She talks about how to roll paper cramps with Ivan the husband
She lives only two duplicates of her.
She sits in my eyes
And rockets to my moon
- Ivan Baliboola (2013)
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