Summer Poem by RAPHAEL KARIBO

Summer



After been drenched, after those forlorn days, after those days of lotty and colourless flummoxing and flux, summer is come, now our pullovers are now our enemies!

Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: enemies,summer
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