by OceanzestHamilton, Waikato, New Zealand
Apr 2021 270 Views 1 comments
Juju
they used to bang it
working the corn at all hours
it rippled through the neighbouring walls
so even the dogs couldn't sleep
now they are gone
I lie awake at night
and all I can hear
are the juju chants of a Belgian sausage-maker
working the corn at all hours
it rippled through the neighbouring walls
so even the dogs couldn't sleep
now they are gone
I lie awake at night
and all I can hear
are the juju chants of a Belgian sausage-maker
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Posted: Apr 2021
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Regards Mick.