olagunju samuel

Salubata

breeze right into the room through the half fallen window creating an atmosphere of despire ane dejection for the man it may concern lif again as to start with al ups and downs heat from the scorching sun dust from the hurrying vehicles taking meal with the ratio 1: 0: 1 living among people that care less about there society moving with tartered clothr with there regular salubata that has no life span life we all say is hard but they refer to it as being harsh no wonder the breeze was something they treated with despire and hatred.

Poem Submitted: Friday, March 2, 2012
Poem Edited: Saturday, March 3, 2012

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  • Ekaterina M. PolischukEkaterina M. Polischuk (3/4/2012 3:56:00 AM)

    good writing. i want to read all story))) you are a good author

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  • Kevin PatrickKevin Patrick (3/2/2012 4:27:00 PM)

    This was a very interesting read, I like how you pulled it of. Great work

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