The Meet (Ozone) For AbibatA Poem by Seyi Ojenike
At the time when the ozone was hot,
In a place where the chicken had A republic of their own. Patiently waiting, I sit to a drink of coke. While a vortex of thought in mind. My heart pounding away with fear, Several calls seems to draw her close, And time still far outstretched. A last call brings her forth. And there she was... graceful steps. Confused or ecstatic at the sight of my friend, I dial... to clear the storm. © 2012 Seyi OjenikeAuthor's Note
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