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my second poem written in 2003 when I was !17 years. email me on josephjay11@yahoo.co.uk |
| BLACKSON AND BOOK Deafeningly the sky roars And water from its bowels pours, Chilly turns the sombre night And begins the coldness to bite, Overnight Blackson, impoverished and worn, Reads book, For who masters book not He shall see the sun not In this Blackland torn. |