Gabriel Jirgba


Twelveth Hour

One, two, three...one, two...third
I recollect years ago when we were ten, eleven n‘ twelve
Strange faces, different tribes, lil‘ boys n‘ girls.
Classes, teachers, subjects... were all new
The things we learnt; the times we shared
One, two...moved higher: now on the other third
Sweet rhymes baby, twelveth hour rhymes
When it‘s all over: we‘re all gon‘ shad tears
Not for the crooked things we did-not fears

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