Franklyn Aubrey Mbale Poems

It's the waves some days that take you down
Some days it's the little voice saying
When you're under you look up
It's the strings that drive you some days
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You scurried wild across the creek
A callow little fellow
I couldn't scurry- so I stood here
A callow little fellow- cheering
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On the night when no breeze
Off the ocean lips whizzes
And like you like it there it is
I'm frayed in why I sear here
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That you grow I ensure
As you get older, I ensue
Experience is the teacher, I am the lesson
Drink of me and you are wise
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