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The Epitome of Perfection
by Graham Ereks

It was an afternoon super cosy, the birds of the air
Seemed to be on holiday;
Heartbroken, I sauntered hither and thither, soliloquising and lo a wingless angel breezed in;
Her dress billowed in the breeze like a tattered kite,
And her nicely-sited breasts smiled at me, dangling and dangling.
Oh, I wished I could control my eyes! I so wished I could get my eyes of that jewel of inestimable value--indeed she's the world's epitome of beauty, pulchritudinous in all façades.
Indeed, she's the epitome of perfection, the silky gazelle of the esteemed Paradise, for every so often she blazes radiance on me in a blissful beam!

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Our Land
by Graham Ereks

Our land is a habitat where the guerrillas
Drink human blood; feeding on the flesh
Of humans; for it is a bloodbath zone
Where gun wounds and massacre have
Become the order of the day.
Our land is in tears; moaning every so often,
The trees and waters bleed due to pains and injuries,
The crocodiles prey on human flesh while the vampires
Roam the street at night drinking human blood
Like the Dracula, so bloodthirsty!

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The Epitome of Perfection
by Graham Ereks

It was an afternoon super cosy, the birds of the air
Seemed to be on holiday;
Heartbroken, I sauntered hither and thither, soliloquising and lo a wingless angel breezed in;
Her dress billowed in the breeze like a tattered kite,
And her nicely-sited breasts smiled at me, dangling and dangling.
Oh, I wished I could control my eyes! I so wished I could get my eyes of that jewel of inestimable value--indeed she's the world's epitome of beauty, pulchritudinous in all façades.
Indeed, she's the epitome of perfection, the silky gazelle of the esteemed Paradise, for every so often she blazes radiance on me in a blissful beam!

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Our Land
by Graham Ereks

Our land is a habitat where the guerrillas
Drink human blood; feeding on the flesh
Of humans; for it is a bloodbath zone
Where gun wounds and massacre have
Become the order of the day.
Our land is in tears; moaning every so often,
The trees and waters bleed due to pains and injuries,
The crocodiles prey on human flesh while the vampires
Roam the street at night drinking human blood
Like the Dracula, so bloodthirsty!

......

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