I3.BARS I nid counsel on where to throw these 13bars. ive had enough of concealin my poems in this heavy loaded bag. a fortnight ago i felt like throwin up in my own mind. ill and so disgustin that i had to spit this out. its not filthy,its just me,myself and i thnkin out loud. in my acoustic spacez and bittersweet phasez wen im floatin on the 9th cloud. i know,its bin hard 4u to spot the joyful tracez wen i read ur poetic piecez. but,i hope to put my lines in the ryt placez to express this appreciative message. as i give credit where its really due. thumbs up to kapembwa,chansa,thando,jedidiah n more especially u. and whoever wrote about the stick that spits fire,iv learnt it from u. and bcoz givin u guys thanks is not the only debt. i promise the nxt tym i lyk ur poem it will never be too late.
Posted on: Sat, 25 Jan 2014 12:55:08 +0000
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