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AS I LAY DYING by Thaalith Abubakar Gimba

As parts of my body wither,

My bones are eager to desiccate.

My eyes rove hither and thither,

As though I felt the urge to defecate.

I heard death grants solace.

Verily, my vices need grace.

I believe my end is near,

For I to meet my merciful maker.

And atone for the sins I smear,

On the lass who was a truth-seeker.

So, as I lay dying now

My body should remain in Moscow,

Where I shall rot and die

And nobody should bother to cry.

 

Author: Thaalith Abubakar Gimba

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