by David
Published on: Nov 23, 2009
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Type: Poetry

Good morning to you all
It's three a.m already
Something to eat?
Do you care for tea?
Any left over, yesterday
No, manage till you come

Yaba, yaba enter with your change
Oh no-o! My cloth is torn
Your cushion chair is the cause
Get down if you not going
Conductor O wa, my change
No change, no be him be that

Sir; your face is red
Mind your business
Any visitors? three waiting
Get the fills on my table now
Letters for you sir
Another failed promise

Home early my dear
Network news is over
How is the children?
Two hours into their sleep
My food, no food my dear
Ah! tomorrow is another day

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