PLAY WITH THE AFRICAN BOY
Who will play with the African boy who has no friends and family?
Who will play with the African boy who works all day on the farm?
Who will play with the African boy who has no place to sleep at night?
Who will play with the African boy who stands in the sun all day?
Who will play with the African boy who whistles sad and solemn tunes?
Who will play with the African boy who is caught stealing stale bread every other week?
Who will play with the African boy who dreams of standing on the mountain peak?
Who will play with the African boy who has no rhymes and riddles but stories of the wars?
Who will play with the African boy orphaned by AIDS?
Who will play with the African boy who drinks from the cattle’s trough?
Who will play with the African boy who grows only in pain and grief?
Who will play with the African boy who will die of malaria soon?
Copyright (c) Aubrey Aidoo 2007
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Immortal
You never cease to amaze me how you fail to do your house chores
It’s just in line with the kind of person you are – no relationship so you can do the loud whores
I wonder what can kill you, you’re so invincible
And nobody can see that you’re growing up – it’s so invisible
Maybe you assumed growing up and growing old are the same in any life span
I don’t blame you; I blame your role model – Captain Hook in everybody’s favourite Peter Pan
If you don’t grow up now
You’re never going to die
You’re too childish and someone has to bring you over to the real world through some realm’s portal
I guess that’s what makes you happy cuz you indeed are immortal
Copyright (c) Aubrey Aidoo 2009
It’s just in line with the kind of person you are – no relationship so you can do the loud whores
I wonder what can kill you, you’re so invincible
And nobody can see that you’re growing up – it’s so invisible
Maybe you assumed growing up and growing old are the same in any life span
I don’t blame you; I blame your role model – Captain Hook in everybody’s favourite Peter Pan
If you don’t grow up now
You’re never going to die
You’re too childish and someone has to bring you over to the real world through some realm’s portal
I guess that’s what makes you happy cuz you indeed are immortal
Copyright (c) Aubrey Aidoo 2009
The Sound Of Silence
I miss nuisance
I cannot bare this any longer
I miss your straight answers
I’d pay to see the worst dancers
At least that comes along with some sound
I wish you’d talk to me
Say something
My hearts beats faster at the hearing of nothing
Is it that you can’t really hear me speak?
Or this is supposed to be another mystique?
I cannot bare this any longer
There I go again repeating myself like a fish monger
Shouting and crying out loud
Do you want people around so you can create a scene in front of the crowd?
The sound of silence is creepy
It’s the only noise that can keep me awake no matter how tired or sleepy
What happened to discussing and yelling and scolding me?
I’ll trade that for anything today because now that would be the equivalent of you holding me
The sound of silence won’t go away
It makes me unnerving and won’t leave unless, I hope, you tell me what you want to say
I never thought I’d have the hunger for your anger but the sound of silence just whet my appetite to eat your words
Copyright (c) Aubrey Aidoo 2009
I Am Not Dead
I'M NOT DEAD
I'm not gone
I'm just away
Take it as a long nap
Believe I’m happy where I am
I only crossed the bridge before you
It's not the crossroads
It's not a double road
It's a one way - one man road
It's the future
It's the bridge of life and afterlife
Unlike the Nijmen Bridge, it's peaceful
It has no cars like the London Bridge
It's not a bridge that we can walk on
It's a bridge that we walk through
Last night, I saw James and Peter
They didn't remember me but I’m glad they do now
We're waiting for you but patiently
Don't cry
Don't ask why
Or when
Don't be so sad
It's not that bad
Your time will come and you'll surely be glad
Copyright (c) Aubrey Aidoo 2005
I'm not gone
I'm just away
Take it as a long nap
Believe I’m happy where I am
I only crossed the bridge before you
It's not the crossroads
It's not a double road
It's a one way - one man road
It's the future
It's the bridge of life and afterlife
Unlike the Nijmen Bridge, it's peaceful
It has no cars like the London Bridge
It's not a bridge that we can walk on
It's a bridge that we walk through
Last night, I saw James and Peter
They didn't remember me but I’m glad they do now
We're waiting for you but patiently
Don't cry
Don't ask why
Or when
Don't be so sad
It's not that bad
Your time will come and you'll surely be glad
Copyright (c) Aubrey Aidoo 2005
Stepford Wife
Stepford Wife!
Your career never took off because it was all at home
Your office was the kitchen
And the bedroom was your recreational centre
Being a housewife is not a profession when there are no kids to take care of
Stepford Wife! Stepford Wife! When will you take a step forward?
Stepford Wife!
Stepford Wife! your face is now a punching bag
Your trendy dress was never worn and has now collected dust like a rug
He does not treat you right
Until he wants to draw close at night
Stepford Wife! Stepford Wife! When will you take a step forward?
Stepford Wife!
You claim to love him
But you let others cook for him
The key to a man’s heart is through his food so I suggest you do that for him
Did you hire the cook so she could have him?
Stepford Wife! Stepford Wife! when will you take a step forward?
Stepford Wife!
You are aiding and abetting a criminal
You ignored your moral law and allowed him to attempt a murder
Breaking your heart time and time again yet you looked no further
How can you see further when you hide behind his back as the hardworking woman behind the successful man?
Stepford Wife! Stepford Wife! when will you take a step forward?
Stepford Wife!
You do not have any friends
Your memories have left you because you forgot them
You’re alone in the dark
As a reminder, your cheek has that mark
Not even you shadow appears by your side when you walk in the park
Stepford Wife! Stepford Wife! when will you take a step forward?
The journey of moving on begins with a step forWARD
Copyright (c) Aubrey Aidoo 2009
Your career never took off because it was all at home
Your office was the kitchen
And the bedroom was your recreational centre
Being a housewife is not a profession when there are no kids to take care of
Stepford Wife! Stepford Wife! When will you take a step forward?
Stepford Wife!
Stepford Wife! your face is now a punching bag
Your trendy dress was never worn and has now collected dust like a rug
He does not treat you right
Until he wants to draw close at night
Stepford Wife! Stepford Wife! When will you take a step forward?
Stepford Wife!
You claim to love him
But you let others cook for him
The key to a man’s heart is through his food so I suggest you do that for him
Did you hire the cook so she could have him?
Stepford Wife! Stepford Wife! when will you take a step forward?
Stepford Wife!
You are aiding and abetting a criminal
You ignored your moral law and allowed him to attempt a murder
Breaking your heart time and time again yet you looked no further
How can you see further when you hide behind his back as the hardworking woman behind the successful man?
Stepford Wife! Stepford Wife! when will you take a step forward?
Stepford Wife!
You do not have any friends
Your memories have left you because you forgot them
You’re alone in the dark
As a reminder, your cheek has that mark
Not even you shadow appears by your side when you walk in the park
Stepford Wife! Stepford Wife! when will you take a step forward?
The journey of moving on begins with a step forWARD
Copyright (c) Aubrey Aidoo 2009
She Shut The Door
SHE SHUT THE DOOR
We were lovers
Looking for a way out like upcoming stars and magazine covers
A relationship was like walking in the corridors of a hotel
And marriage was the room she’d take a guy who wouldn’t kiss and tell
We took the stairs when the others took the elevators and escalators
We knew we were slow but the others soon said to each other, “bye bye alligator”
The hotel had many rooms – some for 1, 2 and 3
But we wanted a room for 2 and chose 143
3 is a crowd
And we couldn’t argue out loud
The power went out and the elevators stopped working
The guys that rushed had to resort to jerking
We were still climbing step-by-step
Never in a hurry
We saw many doors when we got to the 120’s
But I looked not – they were just a tease
We could try the “for sale” car
Or even a 3 bedroom but our orthodox love wouldn’t go that far
She opened the door to another room and rushed into it
Maybe I was annoying and boring but I thought she was into it
Before I could say please...., she shut the door
Something I had never seen before
That wasn’t the room we booked
And the keys to 143 was only a ring she said; too small to have her hooked
She slipped into one of the other rooms, vacating the corridor without my notice
Too fast and sudden what could cause this?
Well, a relationship was like walking in the corridors of a hotel
And marriage was the room she’d take the guy who wouldn’t kiss and tell
I kissed and told her how sweet her lips were before
Maybe that’s why she opened the door and before I could say please “don’t tell me that’s what you’re doing”, she shut the door
Copyright (c) Aubrey Aidoo 2009
We were lovers
Looking for a way out like upcoming stars and magazine covers
A relationship was like walking in the corridors of a hotel
And marriage was the room she’d take a guy who wouldn’t kiss and tell
We took the stairs when the others took the elevators and escalators
We knew we were slow but the others soon said to each other, “bye bye alligator”
The hotel had many rooms – some for 1, 2 and 3
But we wanted a room for 2 and chose 143
3 is a crowd
And we couldn’t argue out loud
The power went out and the elevators stopped working
The guys that rushed had to resort to jerking
We were still climbing step-by-step
Never in a hurry
We saw many doors when we got to the 120’s
But I looked not – they were just a tease
We could try the “for sale” car
Or even a 3 bedroom but our orthodox love wouldn’t go that far
She opened the door to another room and rushed into it
Maybe I was annoying and boring but I thought she was into it
Before I could say please...., she shut the door
Something I had never seen before
That wasn’t the room we booked
And the keys to 143 was only a ring she said; too small to have her hooked
She slipped into one of the other rooms, vacating the corridor without my notice
Too fast and sudden what could cause this?
Well, a relationship was like walking in the corridors of a hotel
And marriage was the room she’d take the guy who wouldn’t kiss and tell
I kissed and told her how sweet her lips were before
Maybe that’s why she opened the door and before I could say please “don’t tell me that’s what you’re doing”, she shut the door
Copyright (c) Aubrey Aidoo 2009
She Moved Out
SHE MOVED OUT
She was the best tenant and that no one can compare
5’5, slim waist and short cut hair
You mean the girl that lived just under shoulder lane
Behind the chest area same place as love and pain?
Oh! She moved out not too long ago
We had normal problems but I didn’t ask her to go
I might have said some things that I didn’t mean
But she also did stuff that were really mean
She didn’t owe me although I gave her warmth and security
Cuz she gave me confidence and security
I showed her another place for her head
But she said I was far too kind and gave it back in pieces like crumbs from bread
I wonder why she left though
Were the walls too red for her?
Or maybe my heartbeat made funny noises in her ear?
Maybe it was too stuffy and she needed fresh air
That explains why she broke the lock
But it doesn’t justify her actions so I’ll just send this matter up to Mr Sherlock
If I did something wrong, maybe all she had to do was forgive
And this love would have a chance to live
But she moved out before I could say the rent was now free
That rushing out like that broke my heart and left me at sea
Come back to me before I turn this into a red sea because my tears can’t match how my heart bleeds
Cuz I can wipe my tears with my sheets but a broken heart, I cannot glue for my heart was not joined like beads in threads
I know I asked her out but
I didn't mean to end this great frienship, I didn't mean out like that
Copyright (c) Aubrey Aidoo 2009
She was the best tenant and that no one can compare
5’5, slim waist and short cut hair
You mean the girl that lived just under shoulder lane
Behind the chest area same place as love and pain?
Oh! She moved out not too long ago
We had normal problems but I didn’t ask her to go
I might have said some things that I didn’t mean
But she also did stuff that were really mean
She didn’t owe me although I gave her warmth and security
Cuz she gave me confidence and security
I showed her another place for her head
But she said I was far too kind and gave it back in pieces like crumbs from bread
I wonder why she left though
Were the walls too red for her?
Or maybe my heartbeat made funny noises in her ear?
Maybe it was too stuffy and she needed fresh air
That explains why she broke the lock
But it doesn’t justify her actions so I’ll just send this matter up to Mr Sherlock
If I did something wrong, maybe all she had to do was forgive
And this love would have a chance to live
But she moved out before I could say the rent was now free
That rushing out like that broke my heart and left me at sea
Come back to me before I turn this into a red sea because my tears can’t match how my heart bleeds
Cuz I can wipe my tears with my sheets but a broken heart, I cannot glue for my heart was not joined like beads in threads
I know I asked her out but
I didn't mean to end this great frienship, I didn't mean out like that
Copyright (c) Aubrey Aidoo 2009
Miracle
MIRACLE
Praying for money
When nothing is as sweet as honey
Or hoping for the best
When change comes only after a test
Forgoing the norms to make room for the new
Who knew
That a miracle had legs but cannot walk
And a mouth but cannot talk
Bridging the gap
Too many attempts when all we need is a nap
The task was not to perform but to hope
Miracle was a fine thread not a boxing ring rope
The sound of a miracle was in a shout
The ‘hurrah!!!’ and ‘thank God’ we sometimes couldn’t do without
The picture thereof a smile
Broad and wide like the Nile
Mr Jailer made me a prisoner with his chain
And my freedom cry, my miracle was to come out again
My miracle today kicked my tummy
With a leg that cannot walk and a mouth that cannot talk, my miracle crawls in me
Copyright (c) Aubrey Aidoo 2009
Praying for money
When nothing is as sweet as honey
Or hoping for the best
When change comes only after a test
Forgoing the norms to make room for the new
Who knew
That a miracle had legs but cannot walk
And a mouth but cannot talk
Bridging the gap
Too many attempts when all we need is a nap
The task was not to perform but to hope
Miracle was a fine thread not a boxing ring rope
The sound of a miracle was in a shout
The ‘hurrah!!!’ and ‘thank God’ we sometimes couldn’t do without
The picture thereof a smile
Broad and wide like the Nile
Mr Jailer made me a prisoner with his chain
And my freedom cry, my miracle was to come out again
My miracle today kicked my tummy
With a leg that cannot walk and a mouth that cannot talk, my miracle crawls in me
Copyright (c) Aubrey Aidoo 2009
Love Is A Reflection
Love, Oh! Love
Is it a game to win or even lose what we don’t have?
Or just a reflection
Maybe that’s the true perfection
The image that we are
Can’t be seen clearly if we stand too far
From the mirror that reflects love
It’s not just about the ‘above’
It’s doing the right by lifting the right arm
To keep your lover warm and away from harm
Love only pays you back like Zain
Smiles and cheers and the unlucky get pain
A favour for a favour
So guys, let’s be of our best behaviour
When a girl says she’s looking
She’s not walking door-to-door to find a new king
She’s just looking in the mirror to see what she can give
And assess if there’s space in her life for love to live
But love is only a reflection and can appear anywhere and tell a romantic story
Love is like the ball against the wall theory
What you give bounces back to you
It’s like a tango, it takes two
So why throw balls?
Increase your calls
When you frown
The image in the love mirror will also be down
Loves is only a reflection so when you don’t look, you don’t see
And if you look, be the best you can be cuz it’s always going to be hard if you make it hard but you can make it as easy as ABC
Copyright (c) Aubrey Aidoo 2009
Is it a game to win or even lose what we don’t have?
Or just a reflection
Maybe that’s the true perfection
The image that we are
Can’t be seen clearly if we stand too far
From the mirror that reflects love
It’s not just about the ‘above’
It’s doing the right by lifting the right arm
To keep your lover warm and away from harm
Love only pays you back like Zain
Smiles and cheers and the unlucky get pain
A favour for a favour
So guys, let’s be of our best behaviour
When a girl says she’s looking
She’s not walking door-to-door to find a new king
She’s just looking in the mirror to see what she can give
And assess if there’s space in her life for love to live
But love is only a reflection and can appear anywhere and tell a romantic story
Love is like the ball against the wall theory
What you give bounces back to you
It’s like a tango, it takes two
So why throw balls?
Increase your calls
When you frown
The image in the love mirror will also be down
Loves is only a reflection so when you don’t look, you don’t see
And if you look, be the best you can be cuz it’s always going to be hard if you make it hard but you can make it as easy as ABC
Copyright (c) Aubrey Aidoo 2009
Life Is A sin
Life is sin
The sweetest of which is where it begins
An apple a day keeps the doctor away
Everyone will see how dumb they’ve been today
Tagging along a cliché without thinking twice
That the doctor was kept away when Eve bit the apple to know the good and bad, albeit wise
We can’t see life, yet we say it’s not fair
So what is the complexion of life then, black?
Perhaps, cuz death can’t be black cuz once you go black you can never go back
Life is only at the beginning
Life is only a sin and death is retribution
Copyright (c) Aubrey Aidoo 2009
The sweetest of which is where it begins
An apple a day keeps the doctor away
Everyone will see how dumb they’ve been today
Tagging along a cliché without thinking twice
That the doctor was kept away when Eve bit the apple to know the good and bad, albeit wise
We can’t see life, yet we say it’s not fair
So what is the complexion of life then, black?
Perhaps, cuz death can’t be black cuz once you go black you can never go back
Life is only at the beginning
Life is only a sin and death is retribution
Copyright (c) Aubrey Aidoo 2009
I Miss You
I kept my thoughts in my mind
You thought took me to be deaf, dumb and blind
I miss you now that you’re gone
I finally found myself and can move on
I miss you
By the time you finish reading, you’d see my poetry is polished too
So much for foreplay, with or without it, we came to the same destination, on the floor
Let’s try wordplay now, maybe we can get a line as good as ‘Oliver asks for more’
When this began
I thought you erase my pain all in one
I miss you like I never have
Yet I don’t want you around me cuz it’s not love
It did get boring but I followed you like Paparazzi
But that’s all in the past now like Osofo Dadzie
I was your dull and you were my hype
I was your fun and you were my type
Took me 5 years to settle with you
Now 5 verses each for every year and phase of our relationship and I’m struggling to get to the point
I’m just trying to be extra careful even though it’s a simple message from me to you
The 4th verse missed the I miss you line but that’s not how I miss you, I miss you more, that means you’re no more my missus cuz now we’re disjoint
Copyright (c) Aubrey Aidoo 2009
You thought took me to be deaf, dumb and blind
I miss you now that you’re gone
I finally found myself and can move on
I miss you
By the time you finish reading, you’d see my poetry is polished too
So much for foreplay, with or without it, we came to the same destination, on the floor
Let’s try wordplay now, maybe we can get a line as good as ‘Oliver asks for more’
When this began
I thought you erase my pain all in one
I miss you like I never have
Yet I don’t want you around me cuz it’s not love
It did get boring but I followed you like Paparazzi
But that’s all in the past now like Osofo Dadzie
I was your dull and you were my hype
I was your fun and you were my type
Took me 5 years to settle with you
Now 5 verses each for every year and phase of our relationship and I’m struggling to get to the point
I’m just trying to be extra careful even though it’s a simple message from me to you
The 4th verse missed the I miss you line but that’s not how I miss you, I miss you more, that means you’re no more my missus cuz now we’re disjoint
Copyright (c) Aubrey Aidoo 2009
Age, Page, Number
AGE, PAGE, NUMBER
It’s just a number; my age
Age is just like a page
And life is the book
Sometimes life is so fast some pages are flipped without a look
Turning over new leaves and new chapters, the ages keep counting
We can’t get any younger, just older but we can get low like a valley or rise high like a mountain
Judging by the age
Forgetting life is only a play and we’re all just puppets on a stage
The strings pulling me up at one stage will only bring me down on another
And where I fall, a new will be born and more troubles for a young mother
You can’t stop the ageing
Or the flipping of pages
But you can choose a number that will be you and yours forever
1 – To distinct and mark you as special and unique and the never saying never
Copyright (c) Aubrey Aidoo 2009
It’s just a number; my age
Age is just like a page
And life is the book
Sometimes life is so fast some pages are flipped without a look
Turning over new leaves and new chapters, the ages keep counting
We can’t get any younger, just older but we can get low like a valley or rise high like a mountain
Judging by the age
Forgetting life is only a play and we’re all just puppets on a stage
The strings pulling me up at one stage will only bring me down on another
And where I fall, a new will be born and more troubles for a young mother
You can’t stop the ageing
Or the flipping of pages
But you can choose a number that will be you and yours forever
1 – To distinct and mark you as special and unique and the never saying never
Copyright (c) Aubrey Aidoo 2009
Hello Pain My Old Friend
HELLO PAIN MY OLD FRIEND
Hello pain my old friend
I’ve come to you alone again
If you want to cut me into halves
Please leave my heart out because he already has
I had a bad dream again; another one of my nightmares
If day and night were a company you’d see in the papers, ‘For Sale – Night Shares’
The days were really bright with this one and day was happy
Night required sleep services but lately, I lie in bed alone since the relationship got to 'do you still love me'?
So now i have sleepless nights to deal with
For it is at night that my singleness gets the better of me having no-one to be with
I know I said goodbye to you
That I was never coming back to you
Are old friends, you and I, really the best?
Or is love just a test?
That I’d keep coming to you every time
I promise to send someone next time
Nobody seems care when they break a heart these days
He said the usual today, forever and always
And introduced me to all his friends and even pain
I told him I already knew you but he said love was pain
So here I am saying hello again
Hello pain my old friend
Copyright (c) Aubrey Aidoo 2009
Hello pain my old friend
I’ve come to you alone again
If you want to cut me into halves
Please leave my heart out because he already has
I had a bad dream again; another one of my nightmares
If day and night were a company you’d see in the papers, ‘For Sale – Night Shares’
The days were really bright with this one and day was happy
Night required sleep services but lately, I lie in bed alone since the relationship got to 'do you still love me'?
So now i have sleepless nights to deal with
For it is at night that my singleness gets the better of me having no-one to be with
I know I said goodbye to you
That I was never coming back to you
Are old friends, you and I, really the best?
Or is love just a test?
That I’d keep coming to you every time
I promise to send someone next time
Nobody seems care when they break a heart these days
He said the usual today, forever and always
And introduced me to all his friends and even pain
I told him I already knew you but he said love was pain
So here I am saying hello again
Hello pain my old friend
Copyright (c) Aubrey Aidoo 2009
I Was
I WAS
I was the blanket that kept you warm but now I’m cold
I was your first thought after a nightmare but now I am your nightmare
I was the number you dialled 6 times a day but now nobody calls me
I was the voice that talked to your heart but now my heart is breaking
I was the guy that made you feel but now I’m numb
I was the moon in your darkest nights but now it's daytime and the other boys are on top
I was the words that made you laugh but now I’m crying
I was the conversation that made you express yourself but now there's nothing to talk about
I was the next guy you wanted to go out with but now I’m the last guy you want to see
I was the air that dried your eyes but now I’m the one making you cry
I was your everything; now I’m nothing
Copyright (c) Aubrey Aidoo 2005
I was the blanket that kept you warm but now I’m cold
I was your first thought after a nightmare but now I am your nightmare
I was the number you dialled 6 times a day but now nobody calls me
I was the voice that talked to your heart but now my heart is breaking
I was the guy that made you feel but now I’m numb
I was the moon in your darkest nights but now it's daytime and the other boys are on top
I was the words that made you laugh but now I’m crying
I was the conversation that made you express yourself but now there's nothing to talk about
I was the next guy you wanted to go out with but now I’m the last guy you want to see
I was the air that dried your eyes but now I’m the one making you cry
I was your everything; now I’m nothing
Copyright (c) Aubrey Aidoo 2005
A Mistake On Purpose
I watched my life flash before my eyes
And it wasn’t a disease I caught from French fries
It was just bad news
Love is not a game but you either win or lose
I thought this was my first win
That my girl was close to perfect and sweeter than sin
But I heard the filla and I just knew
I had to go for separation and I’m not talking Montesquieu
Love is like a sea saw and I pressed down too hard, I didn’t see my lover go up high
And I stay down in every sense with tears in my eye
Then I realised she was my first but not the one
She seemed to be all that she really isn’t from the day it begun
I felt lost that I had wasted my time but not hers
Cuz she got the love gift and I got the curse
A mistake on purpose
But one I'll correct like everyone of my flaws
Copyright (c) Aubrey Aidoo 2009
And it wasn’t a disease I caught from French fries
It was just bad news
Love is not a game but you either win or lose
I thought this was my first win
That my girl was close to perfect and sweeter than sin
But I heard the filla and I just knew
I had to go for separation and I’m not talking Montesquieu
Love is like a sea saw and I pressed down too hard, I didn’t see my lover go up high
And I stay down in every sense with tears in my eye
Then I realised she was my first but not the one
She seemed to be all that she really isn’t from the day it begun
I felt lost that I had wasted my time but not hers
Cuz she got the love gift and I got the curse
A mistake on purpose
But one I'll correct like everyone of my flaws
Copyright (c) Aubrey Aidoo 2009
Not Fun Anymore
NOT FUN ANYMORE
A graph of life with X and Y axes
Striking time against fun .i.e.
Words of advice never failed to grow
Memory became the saddest show
The days that have come and gone were fun
Yet we said it had all just begun
Maybe
After all, memories are all that can save me
Wishing I could use a telescope to see tomorrow today
For the days that come forth are not fun anymore, I say
My name changed from Aubrey (even baby D) through Mr. Aidoo to dada and the late
Street lights seem to smile at night but turn sad when I’m driving away home from a date
Away home where another morning will start
And my TV set will show no Yasser Arafat
It’s not fun anymore
Mama won’t scold me for the water on the floor
And she can’t say it’s too late to stay out
Because she herself is out
Out of the work which is not fun anymore
Copyright (c) Aubrey Aidoo 2009
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