Thursday, 27 July 2017


Ikere is:
The mother of great mountains
Towering high into clouds
Overseeing the plains
Scattered all over her chest
She is the mother of mad men
Whose insanity drips
From bottles of liquors
And whose weekend
Starts on a Monday
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