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Over here we don’t say winter
Or make use of the word; summer
You might have springs and autumn
But we both fancy flowers on tomb.
We can tell, the type of season
From rays, when the sky is crimson.
Down south it pours as it rains for sure
Meaning the Sun shield its sword.
As soon as the rainy season stops
The soil dries up, and so do crops…
Seasons change, nectars for bees
We don’t feel the scorch you see;
From Sahara, Harmattan wind blows.
While you celebrate Christmas in snows.
I followed flying butterflies as I craved But they landed me deep into a grave I bled right on the floor not just the pain…
Used to think a lot More of lust, no fault A big bum, big breast Pretty face, white teeth… Yet, one met no one Wired…
A special thank you to all philanthropists From east to west and north to south; Up the sky; freely the littlest of birds fly In…
The alleviated pains from cradle to this very day Has been a bundle of joy, a perfect gift I must say How fast the hand…
