shammah_s
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Heritage Heritage The way that I walk, The way that I talk. The plants that grow, To the river that flows. All sawn by my mother. She took her beads And created a pattern. A swirl of colour, White, black and all you could imagine. She took her... – *by Heritage*	0 Views added 1 year ago	Rating

Heritage
The way that I walk,
The way that I talk.
The plants that grow,
To the river that flows.
All sawn by my mother.

She took her beads
And created a pattern.
A swirl of colour,
White, black and all you could imagine.
She took her...

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