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ACCRA TREMOR

Last night was only a gist perusal
It's quite funny when man takes sensual monuments as usual.
We aren't any doyen in geological fields as we claimed
And even the lil know-how we bluff is maimed.

Last night is no different but not same 
Compared to what Japan called insane
Ours was just a tremor
That drained the carbohydrates in our late night fufus
And drove back at us the awareness of possible horror
Maybe Accra felt it, even the soil living fungus 

There is a force upholding the universe
Whose potency can't be explained in a poetic verse
So I decided to avoid the internet
To present to you my single sonnet.


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