20th
November
2005
No wimple, no snood…
posted in Arts and Literature |
"My shoulders my earlids." Madame Levy, seated in the short chair, writes lovingly about puppy dogs and pussy cats, daughters and an owl’s nests high in the walnut tree.
No, woman, no cry.
Said - said - said: I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in trenchtown,
Oba - obaserving the ’ypocrites
As they would mingle with the good people we meet.
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