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Cannabis blues
My colored girlfriend
In her one bed room house in a colored location
Smoking dagga
Her parents are smoking dagga
I and her children float
In dagga fumes
Holding on to each other
Think momentarily
About Somali refugees
Chewing khat at Nairobi International Airport
I was then flying into Zimbabwe
She looked at me quizzically
I wonder about zebras
Laughing
At Kruger National Park
And the white physician
From Port Elizabeth
Who had never encountered
Malaria.     

by Dr. Amitabh Mitra
November 19, 2006
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