Friday, 27 January 2017


Play me a guitar, play those strings,
Prey me bitter, pray for the springs, 
Pay me a glitter, pay what it brings,
Prey, play sister, pay, for the rings!

"Prey, Play, Pay"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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