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Tales from the Giraffe

Oh lovely tower!

You stand above roofs and trees

And graze on the wild Savannah

You nibble at fresh tree leaves, 

And the whole land is yours! 

You visit our streams, majestically

You stray through the quiet village

And stole all attention to yourself 

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Nights are for the folk tales, 

Stories groomed in the heart 

Of the people; culture, legends 

And when the children tell of your deeds

It shook even the heavy sleepers and bored

The moon is sick and half

Eaten by the grey Giraffe!”

Children complained… 

And each tale tell of your queerness 

So you enjoy the wealth of the land

In the stories that the children told

You lived as the mystic fawn

Which saved the lost wood men

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Now you live in the fairy tales of happy children

Giving them fanciful rides through the skies

And when the nights end, you return to the wild

But you, you remain a mass of living height! 

By Oke Iroegbu

Finance Graduate, Bibliophile and Bard of Ovim, his hometown. Read more at www.oiroegbu.com/about

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