THE WANDERING JEW
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| Poem |
I like the wandering jew
With it’s beautiful purple boat
It sails the world without caring
Some sail NORTH
To find the Golden star
Some sail south
To find the unknown Isles
Some sail EAST
To look at the rising sun
While others sail West
To the isle where the sun sets.
At their journey’s end
Each a three petal purple flowers produce
To show the rewards of thier struggle
Olanle Abiola Adedoyin
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