The Concept Poem by Vincent Onyeche
The Concept
In life, there are few females
But more in this musical room.
Listen closely to the sounds
From the strings of my guiter.
It goes wile, when you're around
It can't stop to touch the ground
Music makes the cows milk more
You are musical, the one I die for.
At my back she might be taken
To my left she may be finer
To my right she may seduce me
But the concept I need is you.
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