OMO GAN AND HER THOMAS. Said slowness of crackly voice On a long shepherds slope Above greenness of loamy ground Beneath flickering black pricey ice Unless me, that you see... In your sights that I see... Be vigorously commanded as be Your own living thoughts in awakened emotion.. Best of what you hear me, wont budge your freeze... With calamity, woes fall into your hearts will... This is what I see! After all, youre my thought! My selfish emotion; a scared lamb in need. Two clashing thoughts! One saying sorry the other disbelieved Perhaps shepherd was fearful, but for whom Pretty lamb come to me; the shepherds thrill A wolf lurks beneath that thready voice; the weakly bleat. Come to me, up the hill, and Ill catch; he thrilled on But you dont love me; an enfeebled squeak. But I do, said - Omo Gan And how would I know? - said her Thomas Unless me, that you see In your sights that I see Be vigorously commanded as be; the unbroken refrain skipped Does duplicitousness lie, wondered the scribe. Mimie OshodinJ Jennifer Poet Ro Timmy Onayemi Rotimi Timi Ogunjobi Alero Mobola Adollo
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