Drop After Drop
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Drop after drop
In the hoarse tongue
In the parched throat
And come the time
When the words come
The rhythm and the
Notes
I versify, I sing
And
In my hands the lyre bring
And
Over the chords my hands
PassingA new life breathe where
Before lay
The throes and winds of
A harsh throat.
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