Ode To a Dying Grass

Even upon that I cannot guest, this world that is free and fair, the latitude here is 45s, of course the other test, did the law permit me to bear?, the strikes of all hear say now, imagine if I dreamt a nightmare, that last September a horizon is vow. Seems now what appears a twist, how can it be that there is a smoke without fire?, how can it be that criticism is just first?, ay!, things of the earth of sere, ay!, turn now and then and there and here, ay! gnome so, ay! acne, ay! life of wilt, the sky did contained stars, unwearied there. Nigerians are happy to once more strive, yore,now and morrow, of course, did we serve our own?, did we tell that sunshine is love?, alas!, when we can no more check, these, who loss through almost due, is it ourselves?.