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Stood on its head
She made me a cuckold
With my best friend
"Go ahead
No problem!"
I said
And made love
With her close friend!
When life stood
On its head
"How dare you two!"
She said,
And in vain
Tried to trap me in bed
Planting a kiss on my forehead
Darling the winner of
My bread.
"I am afraid
I have tasted the meaning of
Life to the full!
So don't be a fool
Be cool
And taste him
To the ...
Thursday 8th June 2017 3:19 pm
Back to square one
That ethnic group,
A tyrant,
Was not a democrat!
On our right
For long it had
Indifferently squat,
Our throat, mercilessly it
Was about to cut.
Now scenario's reversed
The rein of power
We have gripped,
Democracy we have introduced!
To the follies
It made in its heyday
It has to pay
Come on,on it
Swing a stone
The dark days have gone!
Tuesday 11th November 2014 3:43 pm
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