I took the blanket with my foot
And ate the cold star by schoes
It smelt hell. That gear of hope in his face
I hit and hit it was my tone
Two miles ahead with the bridge
That gear of hope in his face
Split the waterway amillion of graves
But I crept courage and produced the anchor
And remained still. Crossed, crossed the soul,
while dripping red ink, that fool torture
My effort! I crossed the king now; I will look
O! It wasn't easy

Paul Mwenelupembe

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