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The twins are the symbol of Gemini, suggesting the duality of the Gemini character.

People born under this sign are very versatile and adaptable. Gemini is an air sign, which indicates compromise.

Geminis are attracted to Virgos, Librans and Sagittarians.

Famous Geminis include Sir Arthur Conan Doyle , Marilyn Monroe and Ann Frank.
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I ATE THE CAPE


I saw young lions leave the pride of mourning Zulus, high pitched wails,

the coffin nails like glitter on their martyr's box.


Heard them shouting as they ran seeking 'Judas' through the shacks,

hunting packs waving knives and makeshift clubs.


Smelt the blood heat in their veins, raging round the fledgling's nest,

his pounding chest, crying in his mother's arms.


Touched my collar as they smashed the brittle windows, matchwood door,

impending gore would sate avenging hunger pangs.


Sticky syrup, sweaty skin, mother's milk splashed from his lips,

air filled sips as they wrenched him from her breast.


Saw his panic breaking free to open air, but round the back

a massed attack that leapt upon his steaming form.


Felt the tears run down my cheeks as they hacked his twitching form,

a killing storm of lightning strokes and thunder claps.


Survival instincts held them back, newsmen and their right to know,

heads bent low cameras rolling, trembling hands.


Heard the Doom Bell's muffled thud echo through his skull and brain,

he fell again with flapping arms and kicking legs.


Watched his white eyes glaze, a stare that fixed me to the final thrust,

Apartheid's lust! His neck spiked to the blood soaked earth.


Sucked the sweet juice of his life in blindness when I ate the Cape,

its seedless grape now stuck fermenting in my throat.


I saw the orange Transvaal sun turn grey and crumble into dust,

a pumice dusk which fell on Africa ... and us.