of a girl in the land,
i do not understand
she plays a ball
to the tolling of the church's bell
her feelings/bill's bail
of the hundred men,
it's quite a lot of men
queuing at her hut
she commands every part:
of the lonely, beaten, insatiable n the ones, hurt
like music on the rushing waters
toying forth and backward
she toys forth and backward
and dances even to a bored music
play by those that are sick
she got a darling heart
as beautiful as a dove's heart
comforting all hearts
at the altar's foot, she falls
then the church's bell balls
she mutters:
"forgive my tresspasses"
but he forgives tresspasses.
Scripted By: Nseobong Edem
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