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Poetic Tuesday: Mother City



In the city by the sea
Where the whales sing
And the sharks mate
There is a lions head
In the city by the rock
Is a table like a dock
The anchor of a people
The table like a label
In the city by the waves
Is an island of hope
Though the water be cold
Brung forth best from worst
When all hope was almost lost
In the city by the cape
East and west blew the wind
In the end a child was born
We call it Cape Town
They call it Mother City
Moody sometimes
Smiling sometimes
But always beautiful
Don’t you mess around!


In Celebration of the lovely Cape Town.


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