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As the dusk beacons And the night commingle with the day Confusion rented the air It was an un-endless arrival of him we await He it the one, King Solomon Solomon’s Eve unlock her feelings She wept and we waited, For the King of the house who left His throne to no destination This King had little of Solomon’s wisdom But shared more of his adultery With his cup of wine always full to a fault Drunkard was his middle name All his fellow drunkard Kings Had no clue of him Yet, the night twinkle away The In-law with the baby in her arms hissed Two hours went pass the midnight Still, it was a house full of darkness His Eve unbolt more of her to me As she sobs her way to sleep “He his dead drunk again” Shall we all sleep, less we loose our night King Solomon is alive with no live But drunk in the arms of a concubine” Darkness exit, as the cockcrows. Alayande Stephen T. 21st of June 2007 10.15am In Iba, conceptualized for the scene at my friend’s place OSB.

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