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Diametrically Opposite Mentality
Mother
My son is late to night
A bit drunk
He may be staggering
In the dark.
God please return him back
Insulating him from thug's attack.
Wife
My husband is late to night
In a bar bewitched by enticing eyes
He may be inviting a tart for a dance!
Please devil throw him to hell
He is enjoying himself
Under a spell!//
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Alem Hailu G/Kristos
In The V...
Thursday 19th April 2018 3:33 pm
Like a moth to a flame
Myself I have to blame
After declaring“I have severed
Our relation, intolerant to
Her theatrical and self-seeking love game!”
Back to square one, under
The pretext of sympathy, of course,
Buckling under her sight and voice
I acted the same,like a moth to a flame!
Though my siblings and friends
Advised, “A leech, if she has no other intent
Then, inconsiderate, she'll bleed you dry
Wh...
Thursday 16th November 2017 2:25 pm
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