Aged Rolling Poem by Prince Folorunsho Adegoke

Aged Rolling



So their moods
Rolled into two sheets
Chopped into two shapes
Quenching the hunger
Calling it back to order
Their meaty cover
High cos last rolling had aged
It was time for the play
For their heart rubbing
From the mind chants
To the match screams
Of unquenchable motion fire
Boosting their heart rubbing
Keying their moods mission

Wednesday, June 21, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: feelings,love
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