a thought of my mind
of the immaginary coast
i write from evil desk
to tell you with no boast
that the world evil
is coloured than crimson
looks like the devil
uneven as stetson
though the water looks lipid
but the taste is of blood
though the sound peals lucid
there is quescence like churchyard
its really our evil that made this so.
Poetry by Fawole Babafemi
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Written on 2006-11-18 at 09:30
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hill angel west
to the ill angel westof the immaginary coast
i write from evil desk
to tell you with no boast
that the world evil
is coloured than crimson
looks like the devil
uneven as stetson
though the water looks lipid
but the taste is of blood
though the sound peals lucid
there is quescence like churchyard
its really our evil that made this so.
Poetry by Fawole Babafemi
Read 523 times
Written on 2006-11-18 at 09:30
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