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Good Morning, Tony

by Lizo Mkhize   It’s 4am A glass of Glenfiddich 12 in my hand I dial your number A familiar voice speaks As Tony peeks Out from his hole Near the thing you built And grabs the bread I left

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Midnight

by Lizo Mkhize The men sweep the streets at midnight One man looks up at the stars They tell him to shut up But the stars have no guts They do not know of the loneliness That comes with not

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