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Canoe and boats

Drift me away, 

And the waves of sweet wind

Float me back
Mama is roasting fish

And by such aromas

Are my stomach folk

Brought to waking reality –
For when the Maroon sun 

Kisses and holds the ocean bed

Shall it be time, time

For my pillow, mat and sleep

To bid my muscles rest, 

My brain, a break

My pen, a cover

And my hopes of the city, a dream. 

                       Leonard Epidi Elaye.

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