Jamaican Elegy For An Intellectual (Rex. R. Nettleford) Part 1
...One time a barefooted pickney dancing on the street
I beat puhn pan an' wanda how life could be sweet
For my yai quadrilled to distant cling-cling roost and feel
A longing to change their parliame...
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Categories:
quadrilled, death, dedication, historyme, longing,
Form: Elegy