I know of man,
His black back bent,
From working long years
Under the mines.
'Tik tok,time waits for nobody'
So he says everyday.
Such a workaholic
His priceless lamps and bag
Are witnesses to his diligence.
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His Kind Of Love
Poesia"He said he loved me, more than his mama" A collection of poems comprising of betrayals of innocence, confusion and introspection.
