Hey elites,
I beseech thy descent liquid from your Mighty pen,
Those fingers are Silly billy as it Ally is ill and dizzy

Come let take a walk and sit on those crystal shine of the stars,
Before dusk MD Alhassan would show up from the holy Georgia

Oh my fellow pen lords,
I would be stolen by the stars,
And jailed in the heart of Jerusalem,
If you find the eight year old flower then you would find me,
With my pen writing dark poetry.

©Mubarak Tahir, A.Tahir and MD Alhassan.

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