By Tikum Mbah Azonga
It`s a black house
Sun dried bricks
Not the dreaded cement blocks
And it`s all for lovely Alice.
I`m a church man, not a church mouse
So if you come here full of tricks
Don`t bank on my new clocks
All the things you say will be termed, "lies".
Copyright 2010
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