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Imfene, bayete!
King of all cunning,
master of guile,
I salute you! |
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| ...or shall
I canoe up the Knysna River where the Malachite Kingfisher
flashes her turquoise plumage... |
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...be energetic and explore
the surrounding area...or... |
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or shall I pamper myself
with an aromatherapy massage...
or shall I just
lie by the pool and read... |
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perhaps I shall settle
on a delectable picnic in a secret place."
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