Whats Coming
Its among them
They are looking for it
Its like a big clock
They are going round and round
Its like a moving train
They are taking their time
Its like an orange
They are peeling it
Its like eating a spinach
They have a craving
Its like a tea strain
They have holes in their pockets
Its like sleeping on the bed
They are not moving
Its like licking honey
Their lips are hanging
Copyright © Sibusisiwe LETA Ncede | Year Posted 2019
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