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Liesbet's thighs

Liesbet se boesem
little blond boy
smiling sweetly
his dimples
confirming his mood
little dirty white fingers
clasping an ample black mammary
he looks up into
the dark pools
of her eyes
her knotted hand
lovingly stroking
his silky hair
she rolls a clump of pap
and rolls it in a ball
makes a hollow with a finger
and scoops up delicious warm maroggo
he sits upright
expectantly, eager
he is hungry
the warm bossom
his cushion
she feeds him
though he is old enough to eat
he loves it far more
than the cold pampoen
his grandma feeds him daily
where she sits smoking
listening to Springbok radio
and playing Soliter
all day long
every day for
eternity
on Liesbet's lap
in the shade of a tree
he is content.
Grandma never gets up
never looks out
they are safe
pap and maroggo
and ample black breasts
silky thighs his rests
a little boy boy heaven
in a little
town
Dunottar
One day
a strapping young man
proud and fit
built like Adonis
he walked down
a street in Nigel
"Kleinbaas Fransie!"
reverberates in his ears
he turns around
and recognises the old grey woman
struggling to walk
and runs to her
and hugs her with
tears streaming down his eyes
"ek sien jou loop,she smiles"
(I recognise your walk)
Oh Liesbet,Liesbet
and the taste of pap and moroggo
is in my mouth
when I kiss and hug her
Apartheid se gat
 
 
 
 
 


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  1. "Kleinbaas Fransie!"

    reverberates in his ears

    he turns around

    and recognises the old grey woman

    struggling to walk

    and runs to her

    and hugs her with

    tears streaming down his eyes

    "ek sien jou loop,she smiles"

    (I recognise your walk)

    Oh Liesbet,Liesbet

    and the taste of pap and moroggo

    is in my mouth

    when I kiss and hug her

    Apartheid se gat

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