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  Mar 2020 Opilo Enock
Lyda M Sourne
He was a boy
With ginger curls
And a smile to his name

His eyes twinkled with mirth
At everything I say

With music as a bond
We share ourselves

Even if only for a moment
He was able to bring out
The love of music
From inside my shell
There. I wrote something about him.
roses are red,
violets are blue,
I've got five fingers and the middle ones in you

oh so deep
then I realised it was in a sheep
I quickly ran
then I went into a ram

it was traumatised
it had to have counselling
it had to even start selling
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