52 Avenues
Fifty two avenues Ring low that solemn sound. You grab me, when I sneeze Like a bad, stew-peed hound. I won’t be scared to soar
THE SEAT 💺 OF MADNESS
In every election spellIt is about tribal smellTyranny of numbers is our political natureUnity is at risk of abrupt ruptureDuring contestation of this seat ?Is
