Ashis Brahma | Storytelling | Public Health care

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In the house Club house Her flesh and blood Young maybe Percolates wisdom As One can see Sometimes Wisdom flows From young to auld While

A very good tradition, the so-called third Christmas day. Generally at the end of January, a friend’s group comes together to enjoy a wonderful

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Beast of plague Stories Of long ago And today Grasshoppers Come, mow down Fields of gold Yet in Kampala They themselves As ensene End up

Beast of camouflage At times People whisper Man can Adapt To the environment Apply A masquerade Of tone and vibe Back in my garden In

Beast – cry wolf Putin’s posse Wily wolves Polarized the poulder. Sheep herders and sheep alike Feel a deep divisive force As the sharp teeth

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