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So I bow my head
for the old griot
when I greet him
and hear his songs
from ages back

I know the tunes
and even words
I welcome spirits
in the sounds

the old tree in the marketplace
might recognise my soul
or maybe wonder
why my former footsteps
left so long ago



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