Pen Anthony Poems

Sunny
Not my style
I need a flip
I feel undone
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From the moment we met
Something changed
Well
I for one have stuck a little meat
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If i put it down in a parable
Will you juggle it like a ball
Tell me if you will score
From the core of the pitch
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It's stronger than the Biblical Samson
It weakens the meanest of beasts
It provokes the polite
With no exception for the bright
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The winds blew forth and back
With a silent whisper over the land
The clouds raced clearing the sky
For the landing of 'Mzee'
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As cruel as can be
Is the world to man
It gives you a chair
And forces you to share
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Was it Monday
Was it Tuesday
Or was it Wednesday
When i first held you in my arms
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It is homed in within
Tamed in beneath
Where it blossoms
In wait for the moment
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When it rained, our love was
A garden blossoming
They were green in envy of us
How they cost us a hefty levy
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Give me my right
To make my night
Take away my sorrow
And i shan't be hollow
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