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Kunama 1971


My First Speech


The platform rocked,
My knees they knocked,
The microphone was swaying;
While all the people tried and tried
To hear what I was saying.

My voice was soft,
So no one coughed,
I tried hard not to cry;
I wished that I was home in bed
Instead of at the High.

Jane Neely 1A


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