Poetic-Verses
THE GHOST OF EDEN
Joy Sun
DEDICATION
West Eden, East of China. South of Utopia.
I once knew at Mayor Sam's Avenue, an abandoned lot I called Eden, for its Marvellous Marvellia. Wondrous things took place there. E're heard of disappearing, appearing, and space created fowls? They all existed here - and no play of magic. It was true God created fowls here, 'cause you could drag them out of thin air, fry and use them for a meal. The devil also could do it, and you could be bold to eat plenty of God's invisible fowls, or simply abandon ghost fowls to roam around, sake for say, they were morozone free range birds, which according to you had strong boned that could roll well in okra soup, without a bacteria or virus, a particular practice of Metempsychers of Nigeria.
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THE GHOST OF EDEN
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