Nedugo Rainfall - Poem by Ebi Robert
At that hour I be "Aard-vard",
Smelling the heat off the cover.
I behind conman
sky-ball disappear, no one doofus.
Here bog suffers no siren.
That Nedugo rivulet full, quiet my wittiness.
But my disdain goes to the conceal
cloud and the retrace wind of
I leap, I let go.
Pre-time have I seek to glimpse
tea light. Not only kebab sniff,
Nedugo-rainfall ruin my dream.
Thus, I be seer, it would be pleasant
but I be not, inch jeremiad,
and I not inquisitive inroad dead-lips.
Dismal rain that have me in dismay
have me not all, in mine appear,
large a cap above my head.
Back in butt, just in an hour.
Sosabie bye - that rain just a threat.
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