Entraped It entraps as the spider the delicious fly salivaing its yearning entrails It enclenches with the embrace of perspiring gladiators on the sloppy lane It enclaps as the prongs the rusty metal down the refining flaming tongues It enchants with the charm of young untasted lovers down the hidden alley But stalked in its harvest is a barn-ful of aches, sorrow, sadness, tears Of a land scorched in vegetative desert, fertile barrenness, endless rainy drought flowing in drunken Atilogwu waltz
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