Down The Alleys
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Down the alleys
Up the chimneys
Carried away by the gale
sump of wind in a strait street
Birds are clinging
Bells ae dreaming on the steeples
Trees be swinging
Houses trembling
And
Ghosts dissembling
Moon cloud-covered
Bats have hovered
But now hang tight
Having ceased from hovering.
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