THE BOER NEXT DOOR

THE BOER NEXT DOOR
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You could have knock me down with a feather
Would you believe it, living next door to a Boer
A real live Afrikaan
And me a Jamaican
Needless to say, we didn’t see eye to eye
My music was greeted with thumps and bangs on the wall
My children they couldn’t play out at all
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Stone the crow
One night I got so low,
I decided that one of us had to go
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In a rage I contemplate,
The force with which one could hate
Without though or hesitation
Filled with anger and grim determination
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I went next door to confront the Boer
Picking up something heavy,
I lobbed it through a window
Blind with rage I kicked in the front door
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Back to the window and smashed it some more
Violence is not the way- there always a price to pay
But its one they understood
For, the very next day the boring Boers fled
Enough said.
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Sonya Dawn