My Errs
The
day
i
call
you
name.Spreading,roaming
with
fame;Once
i
think
of
my
shame,Disgrace
i
feel
i
lay
inside
of
my
cottage;In
the
middle
village,Where
i
think
i
care;Fear,i
fear,yes
i
fear.Do
i
not
destroy!
Copyright © Olatunji Samson | Year Posted 2014
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