Hot Spot Poem by John Sensele

Hot Spot



Tired of tedium, a boy thought
He could mix dagga and hot pot
To make a cocktail drink
That could fly him in ink
Where his flight, light, blight couldn't be caught.

Monday, March 14, 2016
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John Sensele

John Sensele

Ndola, Zambia
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