There once was a young man who wasn't dim
And lived in Harare in the middle of Zim.
He spoke four languages and he could sign
but didn’t know what to do with his time.
So he learned to speak Shona just on a whim.
for Laughing Along with a Limerick: Dim
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Lovely poem my friend
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Thank you, Sadje.
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You’re most welcome
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Super poem and I like the accompanying pic.
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Thanks Esther. The little guys name is Kudakwashe. Not little anymore, though.
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