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Harmattan Has Come!

Harmattan arrived grandly
With the smell of burning grass,
Dry nostrils and painted faces
Harmattan made land arid
So mud is now waterproof,
And men without a sense of smell
The thick fog of smoke and dust
Greet the land that once knew rain
Speak of her cold art: dusty faces & feet

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