Unto small lemon, lime at its caustic bite
on the tongue to swallow so throat is mend
Let's remind us of the cruising volcan cross
as he fires fire at our bare backs so black
till better bunt
just as my thought nay: we endured misplacement of respect cycloid to Africa
Before n' till we fight till freed to feed - in quote
Unto this is as simple as this Limerick lined
To the gory remembrance of those times waived
Yet we, if we still breathe n' be, have to forebear
Fight till we win; till death does his sly (beware)
All great lives, in life, get a tale touching to share.
Read: PASTORAL too....
© 2019 Jodekss Gloatkenf
Hello, I am Jodekss Gloatkenf --my penname. I am a professional writer, ghostwriter, researcher, editor, blogger, podcaster, artist, thinker and lightworker. I believe in creativeness, diversity and uniqueness --my definition of art.
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