Ama write a lil' poem
Speak of strange seas
Lines drawn in requiem
And fervently thriving reeds
Speak of simple things
In strange tongues
Private sins
Measured in furlongs
Speak of jive
And tribes
And gardens of fine lines.
Speak of strange seas
Lines drawn in requiem
And fervently thriving reeds
Speak of simple things
In strange tongues
Private sins
Measured in furlongs
Speak of jive
And tribes
And gardens of fine lines.
Akpan
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