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Echo

 


 

 

Vultures over the roof

So early, I woke up this morning

With a phone call

That brought out my manly tears.

 

Need to hide my face

From my plebs flowing eyes

Calamity is on the house

Soon it be on everyman’s lips.

 

 

By Onyeche Vincent onyeka

© 2010


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