In The Alley

In the alley
Down the valley
Grow sweet barley
With my tongue tally
Leading the hart
With his hidden heart
Nightfall is a charged art
With a wide brimmed hat
The moon is a train
For the starlets to drain
Booked a registered crane
Mysteries encircled his brain

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Articles by Adeola Ikuomola