Poems from PEARLY KAY

long time past  still my clock shows the same cast FOUR PAST MIDNIGHT   neither a talk nor a thought of a walk or the sound of a falling...
he called himself a name i know not  a penn of some sort a name  that came so light on that quiet night into my sleep   how i wish it could...
It pierced into me Broke into my soul Sucked life out of me Can I relate it to the unsettling tide Or a violent storm Because In my life it...
she was pretty born as if by a mistake of fate to be such a fetty oh! how you would love those curls went off to marry the king's son  
dirty old pots and pans candied yams and spiced hams coffee grounds and potato peelings would pile up to ceilings only to invite strange...

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