Emmanuel Aneto Poems

While cheap things pose ordinary
Ordinary things pose cheap
They linger supine to worry
Hitter and yon boom a heap
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Fussy minds gaga at this fuzzy quirk
Seems a pretty tingling tell to be told
Death in waterloo with a Jewish freak
what a peekaboo for babies breast old
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Oh! why still grope at night
with the light to give you sight
though old but why so cold
to attain the holds of the old
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Hip! Click! ! the world hops across my life’s track
tens of times pause crawling on cradle
tip toeing like some aged monks in their dark sack
yet stumbling rumble against flimsy hurdle
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Gently it flows across the sea
Ripping trees and bending trunks
And tottering the clandestine creatures
That lay across the vast sea shores
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Gently it flows across the sea
Ripping trees and bending trunks
And tottering the clandestine creatures
That lay across the vast sea shores
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Oh! today smiles flow through my blood
Like the Lake of Constance
Gladness blow across my cheek
Like wind dividing the ocean
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With flames gushing out their ears
Like volcanoes from an eruption
And arachnids screaming through their bears
As they burrow it for solutions
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Oh! our life is flipped like a boring page
Bearing a bulk of blunders and flooded flaws
So alien to this great but delicate age
That clothed atrocity with sexy pretty colours
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1.I get that often from you
Yes from you, YOU
You call me names
I take them for games
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