A woman is a poem, a man is a report — Bangambiki Habyarimana, The Great Pearl of Wisdom
A woman is a poem, a man is a report — Bangambiki Habyarimana, The Great Pearl of Wisdom
A woman is a poem, a man is a report — Bangambiki Habyarimana, The Great Pearl of Wisdom
A woman is a poem, a man is a report — Bangambiki Habyarimana, The Great Pearl of Wisdom
A woman is a poem, a man is a report — Bangambiki Habyarimana, The Great Pearl of Wisdom
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A woman is a poem, a man is a report

— Bangambiki Habyarimana, The Great Pearl of Wisdom
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