Monday, 6 March 2017


There is a beat in my eardrums, and it is your heart beat.
Rub your feet on my arms, and we will make some heat.
Slide on the seat, I'll give your thumbs, some sweet treat.
Your nails so neat, sweet as plums, every night's a repeat.

"A Repeat"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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