In the Gideon valley I grew up, crawled with scars
I was drowned ten times when I was a young stratum star
The stream in between I swum when it was winter usual crest
Perfectly the home of baobab trees, songs of baboons' seasons' lake
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a great poem the words really make me feel its your own story see if you read my poems and rate them-the wind, carry me away. plzz rate and comment how it is...