Funny how cruel a heart dames doth carry,when eyes fell on her thoughts were that hands were laid on tender roses of eldorado but her words like
grapes under foot loving hearts it would crush,how wrong to think she sunset
from dubai or cold refreshin bath on a hot jordanian afternoon,eyes shut
in tears and head bow in shame as her words rang in heart,comedy gone
sour and romance gone wry are suiting words,when next eyes fall on a dame so
tender with usain's speed legs will press for abscence before the evil of
eve lay hold on heart for indeed she is ach of my bones and thorn on my
flesh.
Okpakpa Erezi
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