My love is at the other end of Earth
Graving to behold me between her breast
Breasts large, round and hard
I miss her, and its sad
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Night might have been here too soon
and all heads, rested on varied beds, smart or loon
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As everynight
dark gradually
and singing a lullaby
puts all light to sleep,
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These skies that look down at me, am glad
cheerful, cheerful and giggling like a lad
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My ways ‘bout beauty was lacking
up until she is here, a blinding fairness
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When shall i behold u, my love?
We shall mimic the feeding of doves
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by Kassim Mohammed Ahmed on Monday, February 28,2011 at 7: 44pm ·
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From Atwima-Dida in the Atwima mponua district of the Ashanti region, Ghana. Am a simple package of enermous talent. Am CEO of Sacred Lake Inc, A movie and music production outfit within five years.)
New Year's Eve
Watching the dying year
on its sick bed,
At once am at the riverside, eyes wet.
I have seen it jump into the trees, this wild deer.
After the many days,
He appears to have left too soon,
taking the hopes and aspirations on its tail.
He lived several moons, counting twelve in full.
Now too late.
Too late it is almost so early
to the birth of a new year we make merry
Hence we count with a new date
A dropp of water, then wine on its tongue.
These tunes, similar to those we sang
to the dead year serving little purport
Can they from womb to tomb produce no results?
It's new year's eve
As we bury the dead year in grief,
the dirge so brief, hurrying into the lullaby
this one must do good before it soon dies
It's new year's eve.