For Nasare
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
I`ll go no more aroving
I promise you
Even if the sky comes down on my head
And that`s final.
So when you go round beaming
Spare a thought for Jacob`s zoo
Where wrought iron has turned into allowed lead.
If you trust me, buy me a sparkling crystal.
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Great piece!keep up
Thanks for your comment. How`s Egypt and how are you coping with the civil unrest?
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