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Pedson's Charity

I just met Emma Jane in town and she tells me Lucy’s in Uganda. She’s travelled out alone and is staying out there with her friend, Pedsen, who is trying to raise funds and build a school and an orphanage. He has a charity, a website and is an amazing singer and musician. He plays Ugandan instruments that are made out of nothing, well scraps. There’s one made out of old bicycle spokes. It’s a harp! So beautiful and what was the other one made of, some old thing that we wouldn’t look twice at. He has smile a mile wide and a will to create.

What’s a poem for this?