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Odyssey

Lost in an arid paradise,
Cozened by the folly of transient repose,
My soul the joys of life did entice
As I sat on the porch, and mourned my woes.

A sharp shrill shot through my window,
Knocking me way back into reality.
And I noticed Uwaife’s sour avocados.
Between us existed no congeniality

With my backpack strapped to my back,
And my jolly boots crooning ‘Hallelujah’
On a voyage of uncertainty, I did embark
Manoeuvring rocks, oceans and thick fire

In a gay city called ‘Somewhere’,
I was soon to arrive
With a crampy ache and frowzled hair,
I kept passion alive.

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