New Moman’s poem: (‘Jag Är Zlatan’ Tribute to Lord Ibrahimovic)
Our roots allow us to grow but they never say how tall, They run hugely and keep us planted, but sometimes we still fall. Zlatan saw his life struggles and decided to over come, He looked fear straight in the eyes like a lion, and said I’m not yet done. Being a child on an
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