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CAN I HATE THE COLD?

Can I hate the cold And its mother rains? Can I? Like horrified frogs Eyes will pop to see the demonic words Walk majestically out of my mouth Why will I? They would ask When the kind rains nurse the earth And mate seeds to grow To feed all Including the ungrateful me II I […]

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SHUNNED RAINS

When Time’s legs were short And most technological gadgets were in the scrotums of male minds Except for a little cold to fear Occasional clouds were pampered to fall II As legs melted And hearts, like the softest of tuo zaafi yearned As holier hearts melted like shea butter in plea Clouds yielded And visited […]