Always a little better than he pretends And a little worse than he wishes, my friend, Saying words that should be written down, Displaying a smile that is often a frown.
by Pulane Mpotokwane Mpotokwane on December 10, 2009March 17, 2013
As soon as the words strolled Across the doctor’s lips, She realized the cold waste –
When Nelson dies, All two hundred and six Of my broken bones Will ache for you.
A Poem.
by Pulane Mpotokwane Mpotokwane on September 18, 2008March 17, 2013
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by Pulane Mpotokwane Mpotokwane on April 17, 2008March 17, 2013
I call you my friend, Mr. Python.
by Pulane Mpotokwane Mpotokwane on April 10, 2008March 17, 2013
by Pulane Mpotokwane Mpotokwane on March 27, 2008March 17, 2013
Context:
Verbatim:
Bot check: What is the name of the farthest residential college from central campus?
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