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Poem: Springfield

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I long to run wild in the bend leading to Springfield
run pass tall dark trees filled with tangerines and grapefruits
leap over little gully and trenches
jump muddy hill wet from over night rain
dip under sharp cane leaf and out run any lizard
till
I reach the guava trees
I shout dada and he always say ooooiiii mi dung ya so! ( I am here my child)!

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