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Job Wekesa Poem
Itchy Ring
The isle-
you walked yourself
Majestically, yes you did!
Smiled broadly
Veil-you removed
And declared¬----
“She is all mine!”
Today,
“Pastor, it can’t work,
She is a wolf;
devouring me,
set me free!”
“Son-
I saw it coming;
But I feared telling you the truth
Lest you, I lose.”
Copyright © Job Wekesa | Year Posted 2022
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