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2 poems and a dead man
one was slim, sleek, sweet
a little too sweet for my stomach
she would make my legs run
the other was thick, tenacious,
exactly how i like to tango
too hot for the mouth to hold
my tongue keeps rolling
now, there is me
who has to take one of two
too much sugar or
too much tango.
Victor Oyedele
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