AGADA JERRY



Agada Jerry

I,as a bird squits 
And sings in odd time. 

It is vained to fly away 
as a neo-bud of flowers, 

The sample had been 
shown in a dream. 

The feathers and fossils
had kept in museum of life. 

Agada sculpted a self statue 
in the mind of wises. 

Jerry handcarved his 
calabash into the love of life. 

His statue dances into 
muses of immortal threads. 

To his tastes he carved to 
thwart mouthcarvers. 

Painful,I did never meet 
Jerry once in life Shabby,
I had never red Agada in faces of life. 

The inspired pen of the youngsters, 
His words are liquor 
His drops are intoxicate the readers 
Now a log carves him as you like. 

The spirit of wisdom had moved to rest-home. 
The stormed words strike our mind always 
His statue dances for life. 

A portrait is crowling for eras in ads. 
Right or wrong Jerry in a circle. 
All are marked of appraisal. 
Agada good night! You are still with us.

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